Your Fingers Wrote A Sonnet On My Thighs: a Tiara of Sonnets

 

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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Lazy Day Sonnet

This sonnet form was created by Rebecca Kerr, aka Rebecca-K on Allpoetry.com.
It’s defining characteristic is the
Rhyme pattern:  aabbccdddeeeff
It should be written in iambic pentameter with volta at line 7 or later.
 Example Poem
Listen Up     (Lazy Day Sonnet)
The bishop postulates his weekly view.
If I attend I listen weakly too.
“Begetting best begins when one is wed,
so wait ’til then to take him to your bed.”
The teachers when they must presume to speak,
and parents too, set forth the same critique.
I hear the words yet see our public men
succumb to power’s perks now and again,
to bed a beau- yes, even priests. Amen!
Thus seems they set for us a stale canard
the powerful assume they can discard,
Rebutting or ignoring is not hard.
Their dogma need not now define my role.
It seems that pregnant chicks go on the dole!
© Lawrencealot – April 22, 2014
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Weaver’s Sonnet 2

This is a sonnet form invented by Tim Weaver, aka Poeticweaver of Allpoetry.

It’s only defining characteristic is the Rhyme scheme: abab cdcdefef ee
All normal sonnet options apply, meter and line length at the poet’s discretion.
Here is a Visual Template for Iambic Pentameter
Sample Poem
Adam’s New Girl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She comes to me from realms beyond our earth,
a beauty with a mind beyond our own,
intending to assess all mankind’s worth.
Thus, I’m afraid to be with her alone.
She knows our kind are greedy and unjust,
as her kind were before our earth was here.
I’m sure if I succumb to wanton lust
I’ll validate her doubts all bout our sphere.
“Not so,”, she said though I’d not said a word,
“aggression, greed and hate can all go way,
but losing human lust would be absurd.”
I’m here as Eve, with kinder DNA.
I’ve chosen you, I’m glad you’re not deterred,
Undo my fittings while your lust is stirred.”

© Lawrencealot – October 10, 2013




I deem this Contempory Steampunk verse
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South African Quilt

This is a form invented by Angela Jacobs,  it was, as I understand her very first sonnet written.
It is defined by the Rhyme scheme: aabb ccdd efg efg
It is presumed that the poet has the choice of meter and line-length.
The volta should occur at or beyond line 9.
 
Example Poem
 
 I Loved a Nymph     (South African Quilt)
Most every man believes he wants a maid
whose nymphomania is just displayed
when he and she are intertwined in lust,
and is has shapely form and ample bust.
I found just such a nymphet, by the way,
and we conjoined at least four times a day.
Had I an independent source of wealth
the exercise would have sustained my health.
But should your work or schooling make demands
you must then measure well your final aim,
for her own needs can not take second place.
She will find all attention she commands
there is no lack of guys to play her games.
so you must steel yourself to share with grace.
© Lawrencealot – September 29, 2013
 
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Tory Hexatet Sonnet

This is a sonnet form created byVictoria Sutton aka PassionsPromise
and name by Larry Eberhart, aka Lawrencealot

Octet + couplet + quatrain
ababcdcd ee ffgg 
first eight lines, 12 syllables,
couplet- eight syllables-
last four lines, 12 syllables
14 lines total, rhyme scheme and syllable count showed above.
the couplet, being the “changing point” -makes a direct statement and
could be read by itself-
ex.  when the mind becomes a tight rope
heartfelt dreams fall from lack of hope.
Turning point is optional.

Example poems:

Just Makin’ Hay

Three guys wouldn’t touch me until I turned eight-teen.
Although my virgin license long ago expired.
The young bucks were delighted with a teeny queen.
The mature men I seek deem legal age required.
Yesterday, I told the young pups to all get lost.
They can find another or handle it by hand.
I’m only doing men now who can bear the cost.
With my young age and figure, much I can command.

“Do while time bides your very whim.
Shine.  Don’t put your life-lights on dim.”

I figure five years dishing sex and lust and praise.
will adequately prepare me for courting days.
I’ll write, and go to school and date without tensions
that I’m confronting as youth with my dimensions.

This is a Parody of Just Another Day
by PassionsPromise

I have copied the poem below for you convenience

Just Another Day

Thanks to those who remembered June 16, the day
I was born in Ft. Hood Texas, for all to see.
This life, one hell of a journey, burning away
all that was held close to the heart and soul of me.
Yesterday, I watched the day roll by, many tears
shed as faces without distinction waved their hand.
There were no birthday candles, no white cake, just fears
who is who and what is what, a heavy demand
“when the mind becomes a tight rope
heartfelt dreams fall from lack of hope…”
Just wishing the stars carried more power and praise
to strengthen this worn woman through demanding days.
Yet, one more year has come and gone, you remembered
the love of Tory before life had her dismembered.

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Melanesian Sonnet

Octet + Sestet
Generally Iambic Petameter
Volta at or following line 9
Rhyme scheme:  aabaaaba aababb
This is a form invented by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines

JOSE wrote another which he intended to name Melanesian Wave which is only
different in presentation being three quatrains and a couplet.  It seems to me that
poets have always had the freedom to present their sonnets as the muse dictated they should.  I am not posting it therefore as a separate sonnet form.

Example Poem:

A Simple Flash!  (Melanesian Sonnet)

She thinks perhaps I dream of her at night
and miss her when she’s somewhere out of sight.
She believes that some how I deserve respect
and am her thoughtful brave and charming knight.
She thinks it’s fun to hike or fly a kite,
or read a poem and talk by candle light.
She speaks her mind, and shares her thoughts unchecked;
objections are not taken as a sleight.

Her figure’s full, her teases do incite;
She thinks her cleavage flashed just might excite
and grins and smiles when I become erect,
my validation proving she was right.
She thinks she can have sex and my respect.
I know my lady surely is correct.

© Lawrencealot – October 30, 2012
This was written a parody of a Dalaney Poem

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Irish Sonnet

Irish Sonnet
This is a form invented by Jose Rizal M. Reyes of the Philippines
Quatorzain – Generally Iambic Pentameter
Volta at or following line 9
3 Quatrains + Couplet
Rhyme scheme: abab bcbc cdcd dd

Example Poem:

Love or Lust  (Irish Sonnet)

As man might know of God within his heart ,
so too of love he might profess to know.
Both are proclaimed, and bold assertions start
with damming those who say it isn’t so.

All men know lust which makes their manhood grow,
and urges them to act the part of fool,
and girls use lust by letting pretties show,
those being bust or thighs as general rule.

All know, not guess, excitement can be cruel
when wants unsatisfied leave body weak.
We know, once satisfied, that sex is cool
and less than union is a part-time tweak.

For lust alone it’s any pard we seek.
While love requires our faith be at a peak.

© Lawrencealot – October 21, 2012