come to me

Come to me, my lovely queen
Let's forget not the indelible
Not a thing eyes have not seen
The cunnings render me feeble

The crafty gaze and your cold lips
Soft and subtly tender pair of them
Missing, the intently bare sleeps
Reciting of our delicate love anthem

Share with me your artful voice again
Your morning breath of assurance
The wryly pleasant smiles and the pain
And the late hour erotic romance

Come rest your breasts on my chest
As we ask God for what's next

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

An enticing and romantic sonnet. How could she resist such overtures. Beautifully penned.

Chris

[hayzed]

Thanks Chris

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.

[~]

And she looks gorgeous! someone that seems to be worthy of this sonnet! I really liked the contrasting ideas and the passion in this write. :D

[hayzed]

thanks ..... just trying out sonnet