Sonnet III
And with restriction does the pose withold
my having nothing on, consume more thought,
completely overawed by this distraught
affection posing has, I have been bold.
You leer at the suggestion laying down,
has now disrupted things I do declare,
us having an affair, or worse, I dare
conveniently towards you, move thy gown?
If shyness were sufficient to thine need,
then nothing, I mean nothing more I pray
would lead me to this sin of disarray,
to paint you. Is it not enough I plead?
And whilst assuring both to morals sound
I think it would be best, you turn around.
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