A Summer’s Sonnet

A Summer’s Sonnet

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
The shining golden orb’s light touch can burn.
Thy warm and firm embrace holds me to stay,

Tight loving arms hold tells me not to turn
Stand outside a moment I start to sweat,
The heavy air descends hot and humid.

I lie right down with thee to peck and pet.
Thy glowing heat and bliss in bed I bid.
Sky clear, earth parched, rivers fall and run dry.

Thy channel doth in free fulfillment flow.
As we together in dear pleasure lie.
Thou art indeed all I desire to know.

Like summer days our love is hot and long,