Phantoms of Pleasure (Saraband Sonnet (French/Italian Combination))

I see you arching under me, the dew of passion on your skin, as bodies strain for liberty. Our quest together, love within a calming serenity's spin, the physical unites with dreams and sustenance in wanton screams. Can phantoms of pleasure relate, the fevered moments such as this as nerve-endings reverberate. We are as one in love's abyss and all I am is all you are. Daylight reminds, you are so far and leaves me yearning your sweet kiss.