If my sonnets pleased you in the reading

If my sonnets pleased you in the reading
As they did me in the writing, my sweet,
Just consider - no this is not pleading -
If, rather than in ether, we two meet
Once again in the flesh so that I may
Such poems whisper softly in your ear,
Marshalling all my best to best convey
Adoration severally of your dear
Sanctified parts. What other use might we
Make of my mouth, and what of these two hands?
They long to explore your topography
From chin to neck to chest to other lands.
You read my sonnets - do you like my art?
Then let me wayward darling in your heart.