Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Naughty Not!

You put your hand on my stocking,

While giving me your come on line.

Let your fingers do the walking,

Trespassing upon what is mine.

I told you very plainly, I

Don't want to be a girl like that.

"Naughty, Naughty" was your reply.

Dirty, Dirty was where you're at.

Into my pocket I did reach,

And pulled my switchblade out therefrom,

Ready for a lesson to teach

To a pupil who was just dumb.

If you don't now leave me alone,

Then I will cut you to the bone.