I want your ear your tongue your touch your cunt
I want you close against me here and now
I want I want I want I want I want
And what I do not want you need not know
For knowledge is a shifting weighty thing
It cannot lie between your thighs and swear
As I and others did that there’s no song
Or prose to drape you sans pareil mon souer
I cannot give a tender to the fear
I cannot kick against the pricks who doubt 
I cannot be myself without you near
Philosophy or sophistry or cant
Will spin away like gossamer to air
And leave as much as sonnetry will dare