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Click hereWith sweat-soaked skin and labored breath I tell
Of hands and hips possessed by mortal tides,
In tangled sheets where bodies rise and swell.
Where before jealous walls our garments fell
And mirthful lips did part as tongues collide.
With sweat-soaked skin and labored breath I tell
Of desire's rosen flush 'gainst linens pale,
And whispered trails along each silken thigh.
In tangled sheets where bodies rise and swell
In unison these lovers groan and sigh
To quench the stormy thirst of longing's well.
With sweat-soaked skin and labored breath I tell,
Of waves these hips do strive and strain to sail
And flawless union as eager limbs entwine
In tangled sheets where bodies rise and swell.
'Tis vain to capture this in villanelle
'Tis best to turn to you in sweet reprise
With sweat-soaked skin and labored breath I tell
In tangled sheets where bodies rise and swell.
Got the form down pat, but you knew that already; even able to show some wit about it, toward the poem's end. Really done well, comes across so smoothly, it presents itself as an effortless write {A villanelle? Effortless? Right.}
Anyone who dares to write "of desire's rosen flush gainst linens pale" has got balls. Tongue in cheek I pray?