2007-12-16 Child of God: My sad attempt at a sonnet. [Child of God]: 416.Poetry.Bos
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In you I find respite
Black fingers lead the way
Announcing the comming night.
Dressed for mine eyes alone
In Asia's finest silk
The sweetest nector ever known
Relinquished like bossom's milk.
Relief and peace and ease
Sooth my tired soul
Your only purpose is to please
And make me loose control.
No more about you needs to be said
You've seduced me far too well my bed.