How Do I Love Thee

How much do I love thee, how shall I sweetly explain; I need to see you, from your beautiful love, I would never wane. Graze your fingers upon my body, set me ablaze; I must have you now, stand not amazed. Allow me to touch you, give me the indulgent sin; For I beg you, take my sweet innocence, oh, worthiest of men. I yearn for you, for love’s sensual taste; Keep to slow motion tonight, make no haste. For all we have now is dear sweet time; My heaven shall be yours, pleasure shall be mine. Allow this heavy moment, for you, my virtue, I abdicate; Think not of morning, but of the passion, this night we’ll create. Gently now, heave your passion upon me, my mortal body; As though this gratifying ballet, be an unceasing melody. I close my eyes, but not to replace a gorgeous face; I dive into your embodiment of an intrinsic embrace. So pleasing is this instant, a union in paradise; Every moment of this night shall be immortalized. In heavy breath, we succumb to advent flood tide; With a sweet intoxicating kiss, a promise directly implied. To love no other, so not to deflower; The everlasting sovereignty of intimate power.