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sonnet ix

What man is there who would not surrender
To the vixen who now rules half my heart?
Though i know She's capable of the tender,
Hard handed and sharp is more Her part.
If i had to be laid across A knee,
Hers is the lap i'd always choose.
And 'spite the hurt how happy i'd be,
To wear like a medal the resultant bruise.
As with their ribbon myself i secure
i pray that one day the last bow She'll tie.
All pain and denial i'll happ'ly endure
If just once before them i might lie.
Her terrible beauty's at once serene;
My uniquely glorious vulpine Queen.

Posted by dustybit 2 years ago
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2 years ago
nice, I like this! x