Your Fingers Wrote A Sonnet On My Thighs: a Tiara of Sonnets
I
Your fingers wrote a sonnet on my thighs,
the ink a map, my flesh an open book
to trace the constellations of the skies,
my every murmur babbled like a brook.
A poem now indelible on skin
a permanent reminder of your touch
for surely words could never be a sin
upon a tongue that loved you quite as much.
A rhythm, like a love song on a breeze
you murmured long and slow against my ear,
I oscillated between burn and freeze
as lips said every word I longed to hear.
I saw the yearning there within your eyes,
urging from lips the whisper of my sighs.
II
Urging from lips the whisper of my sighs,
your smile graced skin, along my flustered wrists
and there a pulse reacted in surprise,
my mind a race with every turn and twist,
and all the words that caused my head to spin
a dance of moonlight, ballet round the room
the poetry, concerto violin
my breaths a song into the quiet gloom.
It’s funny how a body can forget
to take a breath when all that passion burns
and appetite is stoked with tease and whets
the smallest taste, that causes me to yearn.
Your poetry was marvelously penned,
you signed your name with flourish at the end.
III
You signed your name with flourish at the end,
the curves reflective of my arching spine
my heart, an ache, just trying to transcend
beyond its cage of ribs, the stars aligned.
A cursive wave with heady passion wrought,
the wine of every line straight to my head
and to the winds was scattered steady thought,
with you the only word, all else had fled.
You wrote with calming hand amidst the quake,
my thighs atremble with each noun and verb,
and sighs soon followed in the very wake
a period, an end to all those words.
My senses had an onslaught to contend,
it made the heat of every kiss ascend.
IV
It made the heat of every kiss ascend,
as lips wrote poetry along my cheek
so giddy, heady, I could not contend
with skipping heartbeat, I became so weak,
and there within my breaths, each rhyme was caught
a net of syllables, the threads entwined
with each inhale and exhale, they just brought
me closer to the edge of where you’d signed.
I drowned within your eyes, the chocolate pools
an endless lake of possibilities
and sparkling, they shone like glowing jewels
and flirted with my sensibilities.
I floated on your words, a buoyant cloud,
you smiled, then read the syllables aloud.
V
You smiled, then read the syllables aloud,
the cadence of your sonnet like a song
and let the meter perfectly endow
my soul with wings, the lyrics were so strong.
Tracing the lines upon my shaking flesh
your fingers conducted a symphony
and I drank in the lines, each mark a fresh
reminder of our passion vividly.
And then I wrote a note upon your spine
declaring everything I felt, the tide
of oceans rushing, words that you were mine
and leaving love with nowhere left to hide.
Emotions riding high and fast and proud,
almost too much, more than should be allowed.
VI
Almost too much, more than should be allowed
a happiness that overflowed until
our bodies screamed each other’s names out loud
with poetry, our sonnets were fulfilled.
There with command, our words became enmeshed,
so intertwined there was no start or end
and nestled right beneath our heaving breasts
there beat one sound, a perfect lovers blend.
Our fingers laced, recited there the verse,
against my lips and taught me line by line
until I could from memory disperse
the nuance of the kisses’ very rhyme.
The night was lit by every single moan,
your poetry is writ within my bones.
VII
Your poetry is writ within my bones,
each word is captured here along my ribs,
an endless sonnet, reams becoming tomes
I am your book, and here you drag the nib.
I carry you with me, never alone
a love that only you and I can give
and in my heart, you’re always there at home
and here each day your sonnet I relive.
My skin will never be the same, I’m marked
with every constellation, stars and moon,
you read me and my love is triggered, sparked
by all those words that you’ll forever croon.
I thank heaven for you with each sunrise;
your fingers wrote a sonnet on my thighs.
Reprise:
Your fingers wrote a sonnet on my thighs,
a poem now indelible on skin
urging from lips the whisper of my sighs
and all the words that caused my head to spin.
You signed your name with flourish at the end,
a cursive wave with heady passion wrought
it made the heat of every kiss ascend
and there within my breaths, each rhyme was caught.
You smiled, then read the syllables aloud
tracing the lines upon my shaking flesh,
almost too much, more than should be allowed
there with command, our words became enmeshed.
Your poetry is writ within my bones,
I carry you with me, never alone.
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