Seduction’s Sonnet


My pet, please let the whisper of my mouth

caress your neck where pulse beats out my name.

This lover’s liquid residue flows south,

a tongue of sweet saliva to your flame.


A sparkling ribbon glistens like a tear

down chest and belly’s saturated sheen.

It leads to where your tangled curls appear

like waves of ocean emptied from a stream.


Let mighty tides ingest our fiery urge.

Let molten lava spatter on the shore.

Your mountain spews a fountain from the surge

of native drums we pound as if at war.


Come paint my peach pink petals creamy white

and kiss my soft surrender to the night.


(Shakespearian Sonnet)

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