Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Sonnet 4

I long for the brush of your soft lips
Crave your sweet caresses on my body
Love the feel of your hips
In the darkness pressed to mine, naughty.
In your embrace I am mindless
I can scarcely breath
The extent of my passion boundless
In your eyes I perceive
A mirror of my own recklessness.
The recklessness of love unrestrained
Caution thrown to the wind
There is nothing I would change
There is nothing to rescind
I count the minutes ‘til we meet again
Sweetest of lovers, dearest friend.

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