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A big thanks to Bob Newman for the fine Volecentral resource. My example Impatient Pleas (Cazone) Come lie with me you pretty, pretty thing, and let us stop our toying with our words. Your flirting with me started off this thing and now my mind’s rejecting any thing but ideas of you- no other thoughts seem even to amount to anything because to lie with you’s the only thing that promises to make my soul my own. My mind minds not directions of my own for I most work and tell it that the thing I want with you can’t be the first and last thoughts each hour should I want my job to last. You’re such a curvy and becoming thing; you beauty leaves me lacking proper words. You are a woman for man’s betrothing for character shines through without sleuthing. although a lesser man may hold out thoughts that you would be the optimum plaything, once stripped of outer and underclothing. It is my plan to take you as my own while cognizant you’re not a thing to own. Instruct what I must do- I’ll do that thing. You’re smitten now, and I want that to last I’m not your first but wish to be your last. How can such ardor ever hope to last- It seems almost a supernatural thing? When we first kissed I thought “Oh,God! at last” I’ve lived, so now fulfilled, can breathe my last. Let Lethe leave behind those unsaid words for now I wish this mortal life to last for even should I find my soul will last I want to cherish you in more than thoughts. You must be bundled up with loving thoughts accumulated and well built to last so when the physical’s not ours to own your memories will conjoin with my own. This is the year that we should make our own I’ll build a future we’re assured will last. I’ll give you confidence that you will own all pieces of that heart I called my own. And parsing out my heart’s no little thing because it’s always only been my own and you may have it- while it’s still my own. You’ll not have to rely upon my words for acttions will be louder than mere words and bringing joy to you provides my own. So frequently I find you in my thoughts and frequently they’re very sexy thoughts. When we’re apart you’re with me in my thoughts and nature makes all scenery my own. The whispers leaves exchange are surely thoughts about your luscious form and babbling thoughts voiced by the chuckling stream recalls the last time it lapped where my illicit thoughts will wander although more productive thoughts would fit the scheme. There’s no more sensual thing than promised passion- not a single thing comes close. the anticipatory thoughts may eclipse the act and mock any words which may be writ, for they are only words. Just know that when you penned the pretty words of a sweet kingdom stirred, that my own thoughts already were in tune with just those words; there’ll be no pining there in other words for my impatience equal to your own confronts and overcomes delays, and words are not required to hasten me, though words from you are like a siren first and last that cannot be ignored. I know you’ll last as long as I; I’m burning beyond words so hesitation will not be a thing permitted as you are my everything. Be anxious for that “touch of soft skin” thing. Do not expect a waste of time with words. A sensual script will emanate from thoughts when my urgency meets your very own Each time, I’ll feel like saying, “here at last”. © Lawrencealot – January 7, 2014 https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/canzone/

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A big thanks to Bob Newman for the fine Volecentral resource. My example Impatient Pleas (Cazone) Come lie with me you pretty, pretty thing, and let us stop our toying with our words. Your flirting with me started off this thing and now my mind’s rejecting any thing but ideas of you- no other thoughts seem even to amount to anything because to lie with you’s the only thing that promises to make my soul my own. My mind minds not directions of my own for I most work and tell it that the thing I want with you can’t be the first and last thoughts each hour should I want my job to last. You’re such a curvy and becoming thing; you beauty leaves me lacking proper words. You are a woman for man’s betrothing for character shines through without sleuthing. although a lesser man may hold out thoughts that you would be the optimum plaything, once stripped of outer and underclothing. It is my plan to take you as my own while cognizant you’re not a thing to own. Instruct what I must do- I’ll do that thing. You’re smitten now, and I want that to last I’m not your first but wish to be your last. How can such ardor ever hope to last- It seems almost a supernatural thing? When we first kissed I thought “Oh,God! at last” I’ve lived, so now fulfilled, can breathe my last. Let Lethe leave behind those unsaid words for now I wish this mortal life to last for even should I find my soul will last I want to cherish you in more than thoughts. You must be bundled up with loving thoughts accumulated and well built to last so when the physical’s not ours to own your memories will conjoin with my own. This is the year that we should make our own I’ll build a future we’re assured will last. I’ll give you confidence that you will own all pieces of that heart I called my own. And parsing out my heart’s no little thing because it’s always only been my own and you may have it- while it’s still my own. You’ll not have to rely upon my words for acttions will be louder than mere words and bringing joy to you provides my own. So frequently I find you in my thoughts and frequently they’re very sexy thoughts. When we’re apart you’re with me in my thoughts and nature makes all scenery my own. The whispers leaves exchange are surely thoughts about your luscious form and babbling thoughts voiced by the chuckling stream recalls the last time it lapped where my illicit thoughts will wander although more productive thoughts would fit the scheme. There’s no more sensual thing than promised passion- not a single thing comes close. the anticipatory thoughts may eclipse the act and mock any words which may be writ, for they are only words. Just know that when you penned the pretty words of a sweet kingdom stirred, that my own thoughts already were in tune with just those words; there’ll be no pining there in other words for my impatience equal to your own confronts and overcomes delays, and words are not required to hasten me, though words from you are like a siren first and last that cannot be ignored. I know you’ll last as long as I; I’m burning beyond words so hesitation will not be a thing permitted as you are my everything. Be anxious for that “touch of soft skin” thing. Do not expect a waste of time with words. A sensual script will emanate from thoughts when my urgency meets your very own Each time, I’ll feel like saying, “here at last”. © Lawrencealot – January 7, 2014 https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/canzone/