It's time for a sonnet

Haven't practiced sonnetry for a short while, so here's a recent contribution.


"many times before and still to come"

She comes to me within a dream that I
have entertained for years, and I again
react as I connect, my inner sigh
fixated on her form just as I then
did first conceive her for my personal
delightment -- based upon a certainty
as real as rock and not unusual,
but which could be transformed especially
into enraptured realms where my impress-
iveness attunes to her exotic skills,
and we create a center of excess
combining lust and love and wondrous thrills
until my own reality compelled
becomes a liquid joyousness expelled.