Goddam Sonnet 7

Five o'clock, time for another sonnet.
You seem to like the sexy ones the best,
And I do like to please you, soubriquet.
Dreaming dreams, my hand is on a man's chest,
His heart is beating and his eyes are blue,
And his costume is Regency splendor.
He is you but at the same time not you -
Therefore may I caress him without more
Complaints from Sense and Sensibility,
But wallow in sensual abandon
Pricked in a thorn field of carnality.
Hopes fulfilled, desire's consummation,
Caressing my darling's thighs and between
Your essence ambrosia for a Queen.