Form: Keats’ Sonnet
Those sensual aromas caress the air As you, my love, swayed to the ancient drum The story of rhythm, of you and me Intrigued by romance and my maiden fair Essence of taste like Caribbean rum This truth exposed I could no longer hide And you became my sweetest destiny. Yet now my heart can only feel despair With ravaged senses yearning to be numb. Oh love once released me to set me free Where deepest longings were safe to confide In her grace love's emotions I had seen As fate dictated I should be denied All but memories of my dancing queen!

©JGFarmer2015
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