- Erotic Poetry
- Sonnet Three
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SONNET THREE
We’re standing at the altar side by side
And list’ning as the preacher says his lines.
I’m hoping that my tongue will not be tied
When I am called upon to give him mine.
I feel your heat from just a foot away
And wonder if your mind is filled with lust
The way mine is and has been this whole day.
Although I know solemnity’s a must
In rites with such significance as these,
My body’s filled with sex and need and juice:
The juice, in fact, is running to my knees.
For as I dressed to wed, I felt so loose!
I knew I had to give in to your dare:
And leave my panties drying on a chair.
- COMMENTS
chthonicjourneysover 1 year agoSomehow the wetness running down to your knee adds an element of the sacramental to that sacred rite. The raw hungry heat and flood of blessed passion, the wet of anticipated rapture and release. Lovely job with the sonnet.
Paul4playover 1 year agoYou have captured that solemn moment and brought to an unexpected fun conclusion!
Well done!
LarryTee50over 1 year agoThe visions this poem conjures are so fun and hot!! Delicious......................
