Sonnet 182,024

Shall I compare you, on a summer’s day,

To Cappuccino made with Coffee-Mate?

Or beach burgers served on a silver tray?

Crude, even rude, but still really just great.

Sex on the deck beneath sun-dappled vines

All-nighter’s leave us with eyes all red-rimm’d

All sweaty and glowing, your beauty shines

Honey hair wild, and fine downstairs untrimm’d

We lay on the beach, and ‘neath umbrella shade

Shared iced cold beers and sashimi on toast

You danced me ‘til dawn and then got me laid

It’s hard to say what I treasure the most.

So long as you’re here, I’ll love what I’ve got

You scratch my itch, you are desperately hot.