Sonnet of My Shinny Comet

“Beauty in the comet I may die for your beauty just as a poet Sonnet of my shiny comet, You shake my legs by your bright eyes That shines like diamonds falling down your thighs Leaving me smiling like a gambler meditating the dice, Your skin is akin to that of a toddler Are you really older? Or you just grow faster? My comet, you just look young and sober, I guess I’ll collapse when I meet your soft lips Will I even hold those romantic hips? I just can’t draw you on my poor ribs Because I don’t stay within the tips.”