This Dawn, I Will not Mince my Words or Keep – Sonnet Fifty-Nine

This dawn, I will not mince my words or keep
My thoughts in my own counsel’s hold alone:
As in my heart, your love’s held ever deep,
I would your deeps my counsel’s hold enthrone.

With lips and tongue and fingers prep the way,
Its wetness glide, their places front and back.
Your moans, that stretching back and forth, convey
The nature of those deepnesses’ contact.

In every button’s press, both in and out,
We find, that like our love which know no depths,
My hard in you may know your deeps about
Which, in our comings, test their width and breadth.

Our screams of joy will surly prove to all
The nature of our loves’ and deeps’ enthrall.