Sonnet for Poetry Month #5

Oh lay me down my sweet and darling man -
- It's my sonnet, I'll make you what I will,
So "sweet" and "darling" I'll use since I can,
Transforming good of what, in faith, is ill.
And so bewitched - oh gently cover me
With your nakedness. Occupy the space
That quivers for you so covetously
With your solidity, then kiss my face
Now radiant in love and ecstasy.
Caress me with exquisite fingertips;
Fiercely, my champion stallion, thrust me
Into derangement with your forceful hips.
Oh your masculine praises I will sing
'Til neighbors pound the ceiling, my darling.