Your Heart Shaped Want

(a sonnet)
Like words of burnished gold in flesh subscribe,  
Like sight and sound of cries’ profound delight,  
Like tasting you in golden rains’ imbibe,  
Your heart shaped want finds on my cock, respite.  
  
How deep? I seek to sound your flowing root  
In tightened wrap that draws me further in.  
But bent display’s fuck begs a new pursuit,  
To slow invade your puck, your moans begin.  
   
How sure your hold, as sphincters both consume  
My breadth and length, that draw me subtle on  
In gasps’ consent at nether flower’s bloom. 
With carnal screams, the well is plumbed and drawn.  
   
In wet response, both cock and cunt release,  
In time with pulse of heart shaped want’s increase.