My love for you is best expressed in print
Because my lips forbid I speak it thus—
And so I bleed my heart in ink to hint
That I would change the you and I to us.
My love for you is simply complicated,
Much like a cask of wine imbibed all night—
Adept at getting one inebriated
Until the blinding shafts of morning light.
But when consumed with care, it’s rich and deep,
Exotically erotic — purely pure—
A taste well-placed, and one to always keep
Within my reach, so that it may endure.
If you’ll become the wine I take in sips,
Then pour yourself — I’ll raise you to my lips.
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Author Notes
I promised Dawn of Tomorrow a love sonnet after losing a bet to her, and she's waited patiently for it...so here it is. Thanks for reading!
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