A Stupid Sonnet

There was a time, no matter what I would offer
You wouldn’t let me kiss you down there
You told me that, no, it just wouldn’t be proper
As a good girl, you had a dress of virtue to wear
After begging,pleading and a great deal of cries
You acquiesced, “Fine, if it will make you be quiet”
You laid back and I dove ‘tween your shapely thighs
Praising you for finally letting me try it
I ran my tongue over the warm hills of flushed red
And tasted petals of your wondrous flower
From out of her hood, your maiden showed her wee head
I kissed her face and drank of your sweet shower
Now every night before sleep, my jaw is sore and my mouth is dry
And sometimes I even curse that day when we finally saw eye to eye