Tis youth that shines on our great destinies,
And winds of hot amour address our souls.
We cling in glad embrace, enjoying love’s breeze,
While hearts consume the gale that feed their coals.
We feel as though we would be burned to ashes
By the scalding blaze our linked spirits make.
Then your sultry sweet breath on mine crashes,
And your crimson soft lips my thirst does slake.
With a hungry joining of labia,
Inside my loins spawns a deeper needing.
We do snake dances with our lingua,
And my heated mind thinks thoughts of breeding.
My fingers seek to tell you what I need;
Your fist--my eye--says you do not concede.
Author notes
My first sonnet...wouldn't Bill be proud.
A contest entry
- THE PERFECT KISS by Tender wolf.
550 points, ended July 15, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What a lovely Sonnet..Congratulations in your trophy..very well deserved
Ruby
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whoohooo...now that's a kiss! melts the socks right off and fills the toes with a burning heat...lol...thank you kindly for entering...wow!
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