For New Year's Eve 2018, a truly erotic sonnet

Finishing off 2018 with a bang.


essential and basic

It is the vaulted time — my blazon stands
protrusive from my self, a scepter forged
by her arousing love, while eager hands
explore the naked offerings engorged
by pulsing heartbeats and desire — alone
we are together in a universe
of two, its boundaries defined by moan
and sigh and groan and cry and profane curse
of captivated imploration true
in its intent and meaning, known and heard
innately when our peak delights ensue —
and as we join our pure emotions stirred
by pleasure, physical reality
infuses our conjoint duality.