Thrall

(sonnet)  
formule poésie érotique 23/30      
   
A single kiss, my fever mitigate!    
Let demons hold their bating cries ‘til dawn!  
Embrace my saneless soul’s dire consecrate    
Its iron brands, the poems that madness spawns.  
   
I long for retribution found with you,  
That shared release might find its heavens’ walls,  
The rangeless peace, which silent, soul subdues.    
That taste of you in sated wants enthrall.  
   
For morning brings the twinge of mortal waste,  
The fire that scorches all, that soul remits,  
Restraint in shadow lies, my alter placed,  
And showing only what my want permits.  
   
I hold, ‘til you will join again with me,  
Dispel the world and hungry soul set free.