Sonnet on a Carnal Expression

My mistress has her will, but I command
Her body and her mind do what I say
She takes each word I speak as a demand
And without hesitation she’ll obey
And such a heavy burden none has borne
Because her heart is filled with love and trust
For me, within my side it is a thorn
To not consume her will upon my lust
And yet at times our passions’ flames converge
My will, her will, comingle heat with heat
And so express each solitary urge
Where passions tangle bitter with the sweet
We rise together like the morning sun
And burn as brightly when the day is done

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