Thomas Vaughan Jones


A Nonet Sonnet


I don't want frantic orgies out of time
with loose limbed couples making love a mime.
I just want you to fill my loving arms
for no one else exceeds your gentle charms
and if my passion seems a passing lust
then let me stay and maybe win your trust.
So we can fly where no one flew before
and when you think that I can love no more
I'll raise aloft my pinnacle of fire
and give you once again your hearts desire..
Burning and turning; Loving you all night.
If this be lust, then lust is my delight,
until the fire's glow becomes an ember.
A memory to treasure in December

Submitted: Thursday, April 03, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 04, 2014

Topic of this poem: love


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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Not quite a sonnet. More like seven couplets in iambic pentameter.

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  • Freshman - 2,273 Points Patricia Grantham (4/7/2014 7:26:00 AM)

    Very passionately written. I love your style here. Words
    are powerful and seductive but very expressive. Great
    work Thomas. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 134 Points Danny Draper (4/5/2014 8:04:00 PM)

    Sonnets do not have to adhere to strict formulaic observance. This is a fine write of love, passion and a lover's gently persuasive entreat. (Report) Reply

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