I am still learning how to write these sonnet things.
Say my name, drop your voice to a hush
Take it slow thereís really no rush.
Hold me tightly, press against my rear.
Peel off my blouse, unclasp my brassiere.
Unzip my pants, and to you Iíll do the same.
Damn all those who say we have to refrain.
Coil your serpent up into me
Slink your hands all over, lovingly.
Let your mouth linger, oh yes you know where.
Hurry now, harder, faster, yes take me there.
Push in deeper, come let our love grow.
Hard bodies synchronized as we flow and flow.
There is no shame in a lust filled flight
Making love is lifeís most civilized rite.
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|Reviewed by Oirdheirc Mor (Reader)
Sorry I about my absence, getting hold of a working computer in this part of Ireland, is difficult to say the least.
Just thinking about your proffered verse, I once wrote a poem about love on a Triumph 100c in full racing trim, surprising it was quite well received too.
Getting back to your problem, making love in a Mini Cooper can be the height of ingenuity, we in this country never having got around to the uncivilised practice of drive in cinemas.
Ps, I am working hard here, but nobody is switched on.
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|Who the hell cares if you have the correct number of feet in this sonnet.... I love the statement it makes.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I agree with Guido. Wonderfully good, Sara!|
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|Well Sara,,I see you know how to warm up a winter's night! Wonderfully written! Lisa|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was excellent, Loved it!
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most definate So!!
Enjpyed reading this!!
It takes you HiGhEr!!
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|enjoyed very much...interesting write...love n luck...BHUWAN|