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