Sonnet

Through daylight hours our wanton looks collide

yet is it possible to want too much

to stroke inside your shirt my hands to slide

sweet agony endured, we wait to touch

kiss and then run my fingers through your hair

your taste and sweetness nothing can eclipse

to silken feather down it shall compare

limpid pools of desire in which to gaze

and lie caressed in arms of gentle strenght

to spend in ne'er ending honeymoon days

held loved against your torso's sculptured lenght

    to live and love truly a fantasy

    you can be nought more than a dream to me