Shakespearean Sex Sonnets

LXXXVII

The M's reverberated from full lips.

The A's resounded from a boy's timid

Desire to please my own bethroned hips; 

A shivered vowel stretched to limit.

"Yes Ma'am, I am" he so beamed from below.

We shared a glint of pulsing recognition. 

I saw in him my need to so bestow 

"My good boy" in dutiful submission. 

I cupped his chin, a pinch to counter weight

Upon my good boy's pink burnished behind.

That lower lip it quivered distillate, 

A dew devotedly made in due kind.

  I said "You are my good boy aren't you?" 

  "Yes Ma'am" he so intoned "I am for you."