2 A Sonnet To My Sonnet I hate my English teacher. How the heck am I supposed to write a sonnet, of all things? I'm not freakin' Shakespeare! And I've been sitting here for an hour trying to write crap about love or nature. It sounds horrendously cheesy and doesn't fit the guidelines. But what else is there? When thus cornered, this is what my brain spewed forth...

16Intoxicate » Instinctively, my head went back in shocked submission as I lay pressed to the ground by a lean, muscular body. My gasp at the suddenness of it all slid into a long, low moan as a hot tongue licked a searing trail up the column of my pale, slender throat.