The challenge for some writing of erotic nature
was the place we first met.
To capture the pleasure of intamacy our mission
touching the senses with words.
He sees me as wild and crazy I have no doubt
and he's quite right, of course.
But I see something beautiful when he writes
of sexual liasons so gentle.
A dark mind does enjoy a little light.
And dear Jeff before you squeal this has no bloody meter
it ain't meant to mate!
I saw beyond the writer of love and sex
Into a mind that has such dark places.
From lust to the depths of Death's vibrant hex
The Cap'n has shown so many faces.
With passions caress he gave me meter
The will to write in a more formal way.
My lust for sonnets, what could be sweeter,
Than a touch of his iambic verse today.
Now fulfilling desire and writing form
In words he touches nerves with a soft kiss.
The senses alive in a rhythmic storm
The structure is now a fiery abyss
Of creation, of pleasure and of pain.
A non-poet and poet as friends remain.
Honorable winner
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