Mysteries of Lesbos  (English sonnet)

Some speak, whispered tones, hide a knowing wink
wears the crown, no man can receive or share
Isle so small, reputation vivid pink
femininity starred in outlines bare

Tongues of tenderness, writhe her furry pit
ground rules that specify it's TIT for TAT
devouring lips, that raise abandoned hips
erotica willed, never a (miss)hap

Not effigies in bronze or stone are they
beauties cast, with flesh the upholstery
the gay, those still the willing of today
sip the sweetness from the cup so sultry

Pairs finer gender, magnet's of action
Lesbos, home to womanly attraction