Squelch

The greatest mystery of life is love;
I look for it in every nook and crease;
From top to toe, with fingers high and low,
I chase mysterious secrets that will please.

For what is love if not that warming feel,
The thrill that fills, the rush that warms the heart;
A few exciting moments I will steal,
To let my self-love tease my self apart.

The dance I dance is set to my own tune,
This romance is between myself and I;
For who else knows just how to make me swoon,
Though each effect stays riddle till I die.

The beauty of each squelch is hard to grasp,
Yet my own love's the only one I'll clasp.







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Written for "Lewd Poems Contest" 
Prompt: Anything lewd.

Form: shakesperean sonnet
Lines:14