10 sonnets

10 sonnets

I

Do I weigh the risks of kissing your lips?
I think that it would sour their sweet taste
Do I see danger in parting your hips?
If I did our love would be made in haste
So a stolen roast fills the hungry thief
As a fawn satiates the lean panther
An unearned meal is no cause for grief
nor begs a metaphysical answer
So I will kiss you like a drunken whore
And fuck you like the fantasy you hide
As you masturbate behind a locked door
hoping, as you cum, no one sees inside
I will fuck you mad despite any chance
Our love is discovered by circumstance

II

I should compare you to my darkest dream
You are darker and harder to ignore
Unspeakable ways I want you to scream
Euphoric screams from your red lips my whore
My hips rest on yours, I'm love drunk, addled
Whether entwined on a bed or soft moss
A wild horse that can never be saddled
Around my neck your arms, an albatross
But sweet as anything I might desire
True your love may destroy me in the end
But better to be destroyed by fire
Than some ordinary fate god may send
Love is darkness and light and in this bliss
We start each day like it ends, in a kiss

III

The greatest love of my life is missing
She is wed to another man I know
But he's not the one doing the kissing
Or not much of it as far as I know
The greatest love of my life I have found
Nathaniel Hawthorne's pretty bitch
She walks to the beat of a lovely sound
And kisses whoever scratches her itch
Whenever that's me I'm grateful as hell
And I worship the ground she walks upon
But what is the story that ground does tell?
Will it sing to her of a brighter dawn?
The greatest love of my life is missing
Unless I'm the one doing the kissing

IV

My loves' soft mouth is open against mine
Her tongue is sweeter than anything sweet
Her passion intoxicates more than wine
And satiates more than fat marbled meat
When my love swollen flesh in her resides
And my lips her breasts I kiss so entranced
As my blood swollen flesh over heaven glides
I don't imagine there might be a chance
A chance in hell we may wake tomorrow
And kiss in a different circumstance
Or from a different fate could borrow
More than Tristan and Isolde's romance
In between the lines of a tragedy
Lie the sweetest notes of a melody

V

When we love until our bodies are bruised
And tired from friction and heavy wear
When both feel the other has been used
To quench desire and erase all care
We sleep without thought, without any dreams
I have died in your arms this Thursday night
And resurrect on Friday when It seems
You might still be there in my arms. You Might
I think that would be better than heaven
Or anything god could offer to me
On earth or in death nothing is given
So sweet as the love in your eyes I see
Sleep my true love like a lover should sleep
And forget you have a promise to keep

VI

Why should I not write a a sensual verse
About my tongue running over your clit?
You love this more than you love a fat purse
You love it more than just a little bit
And I like it more than you ever guess
It has to be that I hide this from you
If you knew how much I liked to caress
You'd sure know I was getting off too
Getting off to your soft quivering hips
Fighting to hold my tongue where you need it
As you shake and quiver and bite your lips
As you gush your sweet juice where I need it
Poets write with charm and many with wit
But few extol the virtues of the clit

VII

You're on your knees, I'm in you at last
After hours of such succulent foreplay
My hips slapping on your decadent ass
This is how we should end every day
Or begin each morning if you concede
But that thought is a digression I know
I'm giving you now what you mostly need
In this moment there is only the slow
Slow climb to euphoria and climax
I would stay in this moment forever
My hand pressing firmly your tense back
Racing to cum and arriving never
In this, a simple thing, it always stays
The finest way to pass one's earthly days

VIII

As we dance the Tennessee waltz in time
Wondering whose version we like the best
Kissing all the while we move and slide
Never imagining we might just rest
And kiss for a while without any dance
Or music, or three step or any tune
But the silent tune of our new romance
In the shadow of an early spring moon
We twirl on through the late hours of night
And hold each other as if in a dream
That will only end if shown morning light
A dream where every moon always beams
Funny that from the oldest of dances
Sometimes emerge the newest romances

IX

I love when I lick the soles of your feet
And see the hesitation in your face
You are so ticklish there it's so sweet
But so hot if your trust I don't displace
It makes you dripping wet every time
As my hands work up your delicate legs
Slowly to your dripping wet lot of prime
Real estate. And then it's me who begs
To lick you in your sensitive places
And pleasure you like a clit-sucker will
My wet tongue around your body races
For us both there is not a greater thrill
No simple pleasure arouses me more
To play with your body 'til mine is sore

X

There are flowers prettier than the rose
And sweeter beyond all comparison
And surely if I can choose, I take those
Which the bee does prefer to suck upon
But there is no light brighter than the sun
No night made lovelier than by a moon
And if your eyes are nothing like the sun
They are to me far brighter than the moon
And bluer than the sky the sun does rule
And more inviting than the warmest day
And more envied than the finest jewel
And more desirable than words convey
There are flowers prettier than the rose
But none so pretty as the one I chose