Secret Sonnet #5

If you should give your darling self to me
I fear I'd not with slow grace disrobe you
As I should. Accept my apology,
Blame my excitement for what I may do -
Tear your clothes away, all impatient haste
To see you in your sweet naked glory,
Then lay you down not a moment to waste
To win at last long longed-for victory.
Sky-clad will I be as I mount astride
My little pony, ecstatic cowgirl,
See the white breasts, pink-tipped, bounce for the ride.
I hope I don't swoon - just feel the bed whirl.
Straddled as such on love's noble mission -
My sacred quest and dearest ambition.