Sonnettics

Come write for me, your words come from your soul
I write for you and like to lose control.
I need your words to penetrate my mind
within your words I’m hoping I will find
the kind of girl I’m seeking with my lines
I write in hopes my hope for you combines
my thoughts with what my body knows is real
I write the words I hope you want to feel.
Come write your words upon my naked skin
I’ll write you back by moving deep within
your sonnet. Write a couplet for my lips
and let me taste the rhyme come though your hips.
Come write, come sound your words, I need your sound.
I’ll write for you and lay you on the ground!

Succumb to my desire like a peach
I place my mouth upon to get the sweet,
the nectar from the fruit I suck from each
is cool and wet; with you I long for heat
the way your steam arises to my tongue
the way my tongue is dripping of you, wet
I love the way you taste, your song is sung
in every slurp I make; our bodies get
more warm by rubbing skin to skin, the flesh
of legs and stomachs heats us as we stretch
our organs feel the softness intermesh
and love is something real, we feel, we etch.
I want to come inside and hear you scream
It feels just like my hottest, fondest dream.

She doesn’t come to visit anymore
I guess the death and gore scared her away
or else she thought my verse a fucking bore
some hearts preclude my death and things I say.
I don’t expect their preference in the heart;
I find it hard to love; my heart is blue.
I need a lover now who knows the part
of me that’s sick, of me I thought she knew.
I do not judge; I only know myself
I will not hold a person to my thought
and love’s a feeling, not an empty shelf
but shelves will hold what’s sold or what is bought.
I bought my love to share, and shared it all
but then I sold my love within a fall.