Surrender (Curtal Sonnet)

A dream, I'm told, is always the best place
To refresh memories; it's beautiful  
When dusk veils earth in a dark, velvet hue;  
Intense, lustful evenings harshly trace  
That rosy flush upon my cheeks that cool  
As all those bruising, violet shades accrue;  
 
As night ends in a lavender sunrise,  
It's blessed, as are my thighs with released fuel;  
You spill, because you never have to choose  
When the moon fades or how I realise  
Surrender.