Sonnet 5

An adult sonnet

Your tactless tongue browses my flaunted mouth

so I slide your hand down to play uncouth.
Buttons undone bear my real button bare,
undid knowingly with a lovers flair.

Sipping breath my lips fall around your chin
and settle on the chest; our skins akin.
I pin your shoulders and spill myself over
you where I fit; puzzled under covers.

But patience sours when loin and loin meet;
sane, sensual ripples faded. On repeat,

limbs twined in one plait-person's lust heaving,
logic and time: the things we're bereaving.

Defer not the inexorable path,
unleash the limitless and f**k with wrath.