Sonnet - Immerse

To lay my hands upon your perfect skin,

Smell the airy fragrance of your hair,

Feel the heat building from within,

Intense and pure, near more than I can bear. 

The elegant, light swaying of those hips,

Crawling toward me, all fours on the bed,

The gentle expertise of hands and lips, 

Stroking slowly, as bliss fills my head. 

Lost in the perfection of your touch,

Euphoria so lovely, I am drowned;

Trapped in ecstasy, your fingers clutch--

As pleasure overtakes, my moans resound.

Come to me, my darling -- let us kiss,

Immerse ourselves in pleasure, just like this.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.