I am still learning how to write these sonnet things.
Say my name, drop your voice to a hush Take it slow there’s really no rush. Hold me tightly, press against my rear. Peel off my blouse, unclasp my brassiere.
Unzip my pants, and to you I’ll 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 life’s most civilized rite.
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Reviewed by Oirdheirc Mor (Reader)
Reviewed on January 6, 2004
Hi Sara,
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.
Big Smile,
Oirdheirc Mor,
Ps, I am working hard here, but nobody is switched on.
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on January 4, 2004
Who the hell cares if you have the correct number of feet in this sonnet.... I love the statement it makes.
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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.
Big Smile,
Oirdheirc Mor,
Ps, I am working hard here, but nobody is switched on.
Reindeer
Enjpyed reading this!!
It takes you HiGhEr!!
Love Tinka