Making a Mesh of It

Form: Ivorian Sonnet 18

It’s when we touch, I catch the lust of night
And feel the wildfires of want spark alight
The play of my hands is moulding your flesh
For my own pleasure and craven desire
Intimate touches so shameless and fresh
Igniting the passion within your eyes
And my kisses tremble over your skin
As the silence is broken by your sighs
And now my want is to build you within
Burning the calories this way feels right
Our libidinous lust wears no disguise
The hunger drawing me beneath your skin
As we erupt into the sensual fire
Our bodies as one in the sexual mesh

©JG Farmer 2019

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