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.
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