My first sonnet

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Sonnet 1

When the night breaks down on gentle wings
And Moonlight covers you like silver cloth
Your lovely curves ask for sweeter sins
But all you hear is the cold sea’s froth

Warm, gentle hands caress your mellow skin
Demanding lips are kissing your neck
May I invite you for a deadly sin?
Lustful a rill, let it become a beck

My tender tongue will snuggle your flush
To make bloom the passion of the night
Till your flight of desire thrills the hush
And seduction again may hold you tight

May burst your bond, your fantasy unwind
To bring forth your desire, enliven your mind

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