Erotic sonnetry for April

In springtime, the thoughts of an erotic poet turn to ...


the privilege of a beautiful woman

Her nudity -- an inspiration to
just contemplate -- it leads us to a place
where we envision joys that shall accrue
to fortunate beholders of her grace
when she presents herself in living light,
illuminating her affection with this true
enaction of an oft-repeated rite;
an act to which her lovers surely hew
(as we instinctually would). So while
we wish we could enjoy what she bestows, 
we know it is her choice whom to beguile,
seduce, and demonstrate that what she shows
devotedly means more than just her skin,
for love resides in hidden depths within.