(my first attempt at a shakespearean sonnet)
let me stop for a moment to watch you
street light cascades upon your darling face
fevered is the beauty we let shine through
slowing rhythm commands the body's pace
we swell in the softness of sheets beneath
our hands are our trains that converge at last
all but the sound of our tongues upon teeth
slow is the rolling of curves that run past
great butterflies stir in every which way
and blood that's drawn from bitten upper lip
motion explored as we move and we sway
my tongue in your mouth, my hand on your hip
it's all in our eyes as we satiate
bodies succumb to the force we create
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