NY Sonnet #2

Imagine this, my darling sweet dearest -
You and I cozy together in bed,
Skin against skin, I stroke your hirsuite chest
Then your silly sweet face then kiss your head
And your nose, cheekbones, eyelids, lips and chin
Again, again, again, again and then
Murmur so softly: 'oh please enter in,
I adore you above all other men.'
What do you think of these things that I write?
Do you snort derisively? Oh please no.
I cling to the hope that somehow you might
Be an excellent wretch way down below
Layers of waste. Or perdition catch my soul
Chaos come again, the world's a black hole.

Shakespeare fans will get the reference to OTHELLO in the last three lines of this sonnet.