I don't want frantic orgies out of time <br />with loose limbed couples making love a mime. <br />I just want you to fill my loving arms <br />for no one else exceeds your gentle charms <br />and if my passion seems a passing lust <br />then let me stay and maybe win your trust. <br />So we can fly where no one flew before <br />and when you think that I can love no more <br />I'll raise aloft my pinnacle of fire <br />and give you once again your hearts desire.. <br />Burning and turning; Loving you all night. <br />If this be lust, then lust is my delight, <br />until the fire's glow becomes an ember. <br />A memory to treasure in December<br /><br />Thomas Vaughan Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nonet-sonnet/
