A Sonnet For Cesar
A gentle face, that mark'd my heart profound-
should hands of mine caress your bony cheek;
A regal visage I would like have crowned,
And I'd traverse your frail and wight physique-
For I'd lick dry your sacred strong demesne.
Your eyes do pore like rain, it chills quite fine;
My lips of liquid drench, could not abstain,
We'd kiss with sweet delight, our souls align!
The orange warmth and measure glowing skin,