Sonnettics

I hold her like a blanket, warm and tight
She’s softer than my quilt of fluffy down
On top of me, she’s nearly feather-light
She’s comfortable around me, like a gown
Extend this metaphor and fall asleep
It’s true, I like to hold her in my bed
But dreams are not the only place I keep
My woman.  I’m not stupid, lame, or dead!
Presumptively, I keep myself prepared
For her arrival; any place or time
I’m glad I have the balls and that I dared
To go beyond mere metaphors and rhyme
She’s more than just sonnettic words; I know!
She trusts me far beyond some status quo.

I wish my muse would let me kiss her cheek
She had to let me go; I don’t know why
She’s still the one who listens to me speak
She’s still the one I turn to when I cry
She gives me words like oxygen I need
I know she knows I need her, so she stays
She’ll be my muse forever, guaranteed
I want her words in many different ways
Erotic words still haunt my poetry
I know the words are hers; she knows it too
Her words transcend forever’s guarantee
There’s things I know; I wish I never knew
They touch my lips, although they’re not her face
They’ll follow me, and hold me in my place.

You’re on my mind a lot; I like you there
Although, within my arms is nice as well
I wonder how I found you.  Do I dare
Undress you with my mind?  Hmmmm.  Time will tell
I love it when my sonnets look to you
To let them borrow beauty from your soul
I love your gifted words, and all they do
As I unwrap them all, and lose control
I love to think that I am on your mind
Although, within your arms would be preferred
I lose control, but you can help me find
The ecstasy that’s been too long defered
Come, let me touch you softly, skin-to-skin
Then slowly let you guide me deep within

I guess there is a plan for you and me
I don’t know what it is, but I survived
The crash, the pain; I know I chose “To be”
My part is not like Hamlet’s, not contrived
And you, my love, survived and kept your heart
Compassion is the gift you choose to give
I guess there is a plan, though we’re apart
My plan is you; for you I want to live!
I know we’ve talked about intensity
I know it’s hard to take emotions, thus
But know as well, it’s not futility
It’s faith and hope I have in you, in us
Whatever plan there is, I know it’s good
If I must crash again, you know I would.

You shouldn’t need to be afraid of love
I understand, it hurt you bad before
I don’t know what the fool was thinking of
But rain will come, and sometimes it will pour!
The floods of life are awful, scary things
They wash away some things we want to keep
You feel the loss that rushing chaos brings
You fight to stay afloat in rivers, deep
But, look around; the world is also green
And flowers grow with roots that feed them life
More beautiful than anything you’ve seen
Amidst the storms, intensity is rife
Don’t be afraid of love; through storms of pain
Your flowers and your beauty will remain.

She tied my passion firmly to the bed
Then climbed on top of me and let it loose
She listened to each word my body said
Her touch was soft, discrete, but not obtuse
Impassioned by her touch, her skin-to-skin
Distracted by her beauty, I was awed
I felt her pleasure move me deep within
Her warmth, her wetness; nothing there was flawed
The silk was strong, she wrapped around my wrists
Control was hers; I let her take it all
My memory of her control persists
Like water in a graceful waterfall!
If letting go means giving her control
I’d let her tie my arms, my legs, my soul!

I love her noble strength; I hate her pain
She doesn’t need the pain to prove her strength
There’s strength in beauty; strength you can’t profane
With pain of any width or any length
Nobility in Audrey’s royal pose
Is far more precious than some king or queen
I think it’s grand, the things that Audrey knows
More regal grace, I swear I’ve never seen!
Her strength is more than muscles; those she’s got
But fortitude is deep inside her heart
And yes, she is attractive; hell, she’s hot!
Her mind is strong as well; she’s fucking smart!
She overcomes all pain with strength I love
Compassion is the strength I’m thinking of.

I love to taste you when our lips unite
I never knew such sweetness could exist
Abundant savor fills my appetite
You’re nourishment that I cannot resist!
Like seasoning, your vigor is my spice
Like honey, come and drip upon my tongue
Forever, I’ll succumb as you entice
And in my heart, you’ll be forever young
I want to give you pleasure like I feel
I hope you want to feel as much of me
I love it when you wanted me to kneel
And taste you in a state of ecstasy!
To me, you taste like nothing else I know
A sweetness I have named Dessert Nouveau!

I know you went through hell, but you forgot
To bring a little sulphur back with you
Although it’s true that sulphur can be bought
And yes, I’m sure you know just what to do!
This life transition may seem rather cold
So warm it up by burning sheets of shit!
Don’t let ’em sit and gather ugly mold
Your life was hell, now make a blaze of it!
It’s only paper filled with words you hate
So let your hate burn bright, then turn to ash
The path is good when travelled with your gait
I don’t see any reason you should dash!
Just walk on straight.  Don’t stop.  Don’t cry.  Don’t turn.
You’re beautiful and strong.  Just let it burn!

I fantasize, just standing by my door
And waiting for the warmth she’ll bring inside
My heart is sure it’s never wanted more
I’m glad she makes it easy to decide
She’s not a fantasy; she’s more than real
I’ll wait as long as choice is mine to make
I love the way such waiting makes me feel
And how her warmth gets warmer for my sake
She wishes she was curled up with me now
Her comfort is the only warmth I need
I plan to give her comfort; I know how
Her every wish, I know I can exceed
My fantasy requires nothing more
Than waiting for her warmth, inside my door.