Sonnet 6

I long for you
An almost tangible ache
Do you dream of me too?
Love like this is no mistake.
My body, my heart yearns
I am counting the seconds 'til I can lay in your arms
Slowly, slowly the time turns
This seduction continues, I yield to your charms
Desire so potent it burns.
Visions of nights writhing with passion
My thoughts indecent when I feign purity
To cure this itch I'll need compassion
Just so that you can guarantee--
A place in time
Where bodies align.

This is no longer a sonnet,
Do not vomit
But this poem is lame (LOL)