Premature Sonnet

Her legs are splayed—apparently in lust,
For this poem is a fantasy of sex.
She has long hair, a rather ample bust,
The hunger of Tyrannosaurus Rex
(My meat, I trust, she will not chew, just suck),
And skills in pornographic jiu-jitsu.
She's not your ordinary basic fuck;
This gal is quite a challenge to subdue.
But here's the catch—I've only fourteen lines
In which to couple with her several ways.
I'm at eleven now! There isn't time
For multiple orgasms or foreplay.

    So to unlucky thirteen now I come,
    And story of my life: Too quickly done.