Sonnets of a Chorus Girl (Sonnet 16)
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LAST night he took the count, and brought me this;
It makes my finger fairly seem to blaze;
I wonder what a stone like this one weighs?
It's worth two hundred dollars or I miss
A bet that looks dead easy. Oh, what bliss
It was that filled me when he stopped to raise
My hand and slipped it on. I seemed to gaze
Plump into heaven when we clinched to kiss.
He said he loved me so it made him sore,
And when I said I loved him in return
I thought he'd smash the corset that I wore;
You see it paid to let him learn to yearn,
And when he pressed me to his breast once more
I snuggled to him, filled with unconcern.