A sonnet of romance and lust

take her to dinner, take her to ...

Her eyes are sparkling o'er the glimm'ring wine
and in them I see promise and desire,
so I am sure tonight she will be mine
as I will be for her, when we inspire
poetic verse and turgid prose, the diff-
erence between the romance of the act
and just the primal act itself, where stiff
assertive flesh creates a binding pact
with tenderness and warmth, as passion burns
far brighter than the candles in her eyes.
I wonder if she knows my body yearns
for hers when she looks back to me, my guise
of calm refinement much at odds with where
I wish I was -- with her, conjoined, and bare.