NY Sonnet #3

You drive me crazy darling beloved
And visions of the wicked dirty sins
I would commit with you dance in my head
Like obscene sugarplums til the floor spins
And I'm nauseous with unspeakable lust,
My heart pounding, my head light and starry
Afraid I'll spontaneously combust,
And then, you bastard, won't you be sorry.
Knowing you read my sonnets makes me write
But the cure's worse than the disease - so weak
To make myself a sorry public sight
For one too sadistic to even speak.
Please consider: me - legs spread, supine bard,
You - trousers down, swinging free, thrusting hard.