Wishful Androgynous Lust2006 August 23, 12:34 am
In darkened skies -the moon, the stars- they glow,
My heart, my soul, my bed belongs to you.
Eyelids shut and thence, thy sensual dew.
Beguiling scent; tight cords that bind my bones.
Stifled by sweet lips, the groans and moans…
An angel’s face, no doubt, the devil’s deal!
Charming eyes of fiery passion brew,
My wish, as such, for spinning Earth to slow.
At daylght’s prod, I see you nowhere here,
Beknown to me, enslaved by night-time’s bid.
Dire desperate lust, my futile tears.
To thrive, in other’s dreams, you need to feed.
Henceforth, pray I, the bleedin’ sun to die
Till then, my nightly visions, live to lie.
P.S. This was the erotic sonnet I posted in my previous blog. I’ll add the footnotes that explains, later on. For now, interpret it as you wish.