Form: Arabian Sonnet
Her loving touch is felt in weightlessness
like falling leaves my simple words confess
before her kiss my senses yield, digress,
to ease my heart of modern life's distress.
Her touch to make me write the words I sing,
and once again, I'll give her anything
the treasured pearls of love upon a string
and on her finger shines my jewelled ring.
Pulsating heart that draws me to embrace
the promise glowing beauty in her face
we know our love will never feel disgrace.
For we must play the tribade cards we're dealt
as all the anger that others have felt
in just one lover's kiss will surely melt