All English Sonnets
A shy maiden’s pure caress
We panted through our copulation, we,
Then twaddled with endearing, purring sounds,
To slake the thirst of passion without bounds.
You, at that sleepy moment caressed me.
With tenderness and brushed my stubby cheek,
With lips, devoid of passion, full of ruth,
To bid your last adieus, with a smooth,
And silky, sideways glance, or so meek.
But afterwards the twain has never met,
We carved our separate niches in the world,
And often in my cozy corner curled-
The fire and heat of passion,- I forget.
But that blessed, solitary caress,
Has ever been a source of happiness.