- Erotic Poetry
- Sonnet 7
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Click hereMy cheek pressed against my enemy's chest -
O traitor soul please, no more wanton dreams:
Parting his lips with the tip of my breast
Caressing him into ecstatic screams.
End this torture - I will not be a slave
To his gentle firm masculinity.
He hurt me sans remorse, I cannot crave
Him anymore, it's pure insanity.
But nights I fall into his tender arms
To kiss his sweet neck I sacrifice years,
Decades to know his ineffable charms.
Then, in the morning, dissolve into tears.
To unconsciously long - oh tawdry fate -
For someone whom I most consciously hate.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 16 years agoThis sonnet seems to have more powerful emotions at play bursting from its seams.
KOLKOREalmost 16 years agoWhat can I say? I am very gratefull that you put this perfect poem for us to read.
Anschulalmost 16 years agoWow, Nanette. Bravo!!! Wonderful poetry. I feel your pain, I fear, and it makes me sad for you, but still, the ability to illuminate your feelings with this form I love so much is astounding. I've read all four, and I'm just breathless. I hope that you may get by the pain that brings these eruptions to life, but that your talent continutes to sing.
