Winter's Brunette, sonnet III

The Brunette for whom men crowd from every corner of the earth.

Winter’s Brunette

Mine fair Brunette, thou goad’st men onto nameless places.

Thine timeless beauty extends beyond overreaching ends.

Thine lustrous black locks shine like smooth silk that woos and dazes.

Thine fresh skin, is as of winter’s snow; always delicate, never pretends,

And thine slender height is modest, with arousing and seductive curves;

Thine breasts art miniature, with delicate teats to be caressed;

Thine lashes art finely drawn, with effortless detail;

Thine brown orbs, as whimsical as honey, art wildly expressed.

Thine nose and thy lips, carved of bees’ sweet wax

Art for me to taste and to savor, down mine wanting throat.

For thou, men dwell upon Sicily’s busied shacks;

They cross endless oceans upon the humble boat;

They come with treasures of diamonds and silver and gold,

Yet they know'st not that priceless thou art and can never be sold.

Author's Note

In the rhyme of Shakespeare's XXV's sonnet.

Reviews

[Desiree Rankin McDonald]

Very cool, and Shakespearean.

[~]

Skillfully written my friend. Her beauty has surely been captured in every line. Sonnets are not easy writes, but you have done them justice. Thank you for sharing :)

[Shane Mohamed]

I wish I can write them in iambic pentameter though.

[~]

You can :) just go over each line, and replace/shuffle around...

[Marie]

This is a beautiful homage to a woman who must be beautiful indeed.

[Shane Mohamed]

Thank you Marie.

[Sarah Jean]

I adore this. It's so very well done.

[Shane Mohamed]

Thank you.