Sonnet of My Shinny Comet
“Beauty in the comet
I may die for your beauty just as a poet
Sonnet of my shiny comet,
You shake my legs by your bright eyes
That shines like diamonds falling down your thighs
Leaving me smiling like a gambler meditating the dice,
Your skin is akin to that of a toddler
Are you really older?
Or you just grow faster?
My comet, you just look young and sober,
I guess I’ll collapse
when I meet your soft lips
Will I even hold those romantic hips?
I just can’t draw you on my poor ribs
Because I don’t stay within the tips.”
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