Sonnet, Again

Use the sonnet form as you please. Treat her Like a queen or like a whore. Give her what She craves. She will with grace so softly guide Each word written through her body. She will Let you leave your seed between her lines, so Let her crave the ink of your pen upon Her face, your mastery of written word Displayed. Be not afraid of what she will Cause you to say in your sleep. Though she induces Nightmares and cold night sweats, you will Always, desperately return to her. The coaxing of her rhythmic heartbeat Mid-coitus in iambic pentameter Her loins dripping in satisfied quivers.