Oh! Radiant visage of beauty stay
so near, to this Irish heart of desire,
as eyes of sparkling and dazzling may
ignite this passions promise afire.
A giddy feeling quells deep this bosom,
as fashioned in this clay mill, sweet union.
Softly, waxing its toll, my souls blossom,
as our friction embroils our communion.
I shudder beneath the crush of embrace
and yearn to be, of that communal force,
to torch my soul in your gasoline lace
to melt inside of you, my souls divorce.
As breathlessly left beneath your splendor,
unchaste desires want, of you I adore.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I love sonnets so... you pretty much TOTALLY won me over with this! Thank you again and good luck.
