Form: John Tee Sonnet
I long to see the rouge that blushed her cheek
to know my love is strong and never meek.
Oh let me gaze upon her lovely face
and feel the tender touch within her grace.
The airs of lust that from my senses reek
a single kiss can say more than words speak,
beneath my fingers beauty softly trace
as in my heart I feel her love embrace.
The glimpse of flesh revealed by cotton lace,
my passions flowing like a summer rain
our love fulfilled where dulcet kisses chase,
our futures sealed as one, in love it’s plain
to see in this happy state we find our space
and speak of love before we kiss again