Derived from the Italian word sonetto, meaning “a little sound or song," an English sonnet is traditionally a one-stanza, 14-line poem in iambic pentameter.
Like Aretino, I think the sonnet form is ideal for smut. You can read these individually or in series
1.
I said hello on Tuesday, in a cafe.
On Thursday our first date, a single kiss.
Took her to a garden the next day—
We made out like teenagers, drunk on bliss.
It's Sunday morning now, and what a sight!
Clothes strewn about, and underneath the cover
Of my own bed, bathed in morning light,
My smiling, sleeping, joyful, naked lover.
My fingers smell of her soft intimate places.
My semen's in her now, warmed in her flesh.
My muscles ache from passionate embraces.
And still she looks so clean and soft and fresh!
The lesson of this simply perfect week:
The sweetest-looking girl can be a freak!
~
2.
"Pin my arms back tight above my head
So that I'm helpless underneath your strength
Crushed between your body and the bed
And stab me to the root with all your length.
Squeeze me, bite my nipples, and devour
My neck and ear in kisses hot as brands.
My body and soul are yours for the coming hour,
A savage sacrifice to your cock's demands.
I want your sweat and strength and hungry pride.
Boredom's a disease, and lust the antidote.
So fuck me, crush me, bury yourself inside
And pound my cunt till you're coming out my throat!
And as I moan and thrash round your seed's pouring,
Let no one say that missionary's boring."
~
3.
I love to watch my girl undress in winter,
When it's frosty outside and warm within.
Off comes her heavy coat: I see her slim
Curvaceous outline through her sweater.
Each garment yielding to my hungry look,
Till bare arms are revealed, skin so tender.
And as I revel in her naked splendor
She reaches back behind her to unhook,
And oh my God! She liberates twin glories
Whose beauties always take my breath away
Nipples like dark candies proudly sway
Atop the kind of curves that belong in stories.
Her panties fall at last, and I arise,
Enraptured by the sight between her thighs.
~
4.
Why write poems? My tongue would rather express
Itself directly to your warm heaven, linger on it,
Singing of your beauty with a soft caress,
Instead of boring you with a bookish sonnet.
And as I lick your pussy, I'll come to know
Both your deep flavor and your deep proclivities,
Learning how you like it: gentle, firm, slow—
Then pleasure you to the best of my abilities.
Instead of stroking keys, my fingers desire
To stroke you where you're deep and hot and tight,
With touch and kiss and patience build a fire
That keeps you moaning, trembling half the night.
Oh then! to feel your waves of passion crest!
Of all life's poetry is far the best.
~
5.
If by some accident my soul should fly
To Heaven, I'll give the seventy virgins a pass.
Let me have my choice after I die
And I'd prefer twelve fine pieces of ass:
Three girls with an oral fetish, to take turns
Sucking, licking, drinking up the lot of me;
Three anally inclined, for when my hunger burns
To spice up Heaven's bliss with sodomy;
Three bisexual beauties: brown, blonde, red
To rewaken lust that needs persuasion;
A goth submissive masochist chained to my bed;
A tattooed bondage girl for a special occasion.
The twelfth and last and best, to share forever?
This girl here at my side! For now and ever.
~
6.
My mistress's clit is nothing like a jewel.
A vice is tighter than the cunt I fuck.
If coffee is hot, I guess her pussy's cool,
If blowing is sucking, why then her blowjobs suck.
I have seen flower petals in my yard,
But no such petals lie between her lips,
And there's some porn that gets me just as hard
As videos we've made in which she strips.
I love to fuck her deep, yet must concede,
My own right hand's a more convenient fit.
And from those entrances of hers proceed
Saliva, urine, mucus, blood and shit.
At yet, by heaven, the love between our souls,
I celebrate with come in all her holes.
~
7.
God bless the woman with a generous heart,
Who gives her love for love and not for favor
Of money, time, attention, gifts and labor.
Don't get me wrong, I love to give! That's part
Of any good relationship. It's such delight
To surprise my darling with expensive jewelry
Or the latest overpriced designer accessory
And say it pales to her beauty, and know I'm right.
A gift like that's the fruit, not seed of attraction.
For what's a bit of shiny rock? It's care.
It's showing gratitude for all we share.
Offered in advance, it's just transaction.
Give me the girl who gives her body free
And in return I'll gladly give her me.
~
8.
"Let us not to the mingling of our fluids
Admit impediments. Condoms are great.
They demonstrate we care enough to do it
With consideration. And after, once we wait
A few exclusive joyful months assuring
That our shared blood supply is ours alone
As we discover each other, a grand touring
With each new intimacy to make our own:
Then on to our reward! Off with the glove
And let me drink your pussy skin to skin
So that your potent wine I dearly love
Anoints and permeates my cock as I thrust in."
"Do it baby, strip naked and intrude!
I ache to feel your manhood in the nude."
~
9.
"Darling, I'm asleep, why is your hand
Upon my pubis, damp with our shared sweat?
Keep on like this and you will make me wet,
And we won't get to sleep like we had planned.
You know I let you fuck me hard already.
I drank your come before we went to bed.
I know it helps you sleep to give you head.
And yet your fingers stroke me oh, so steady.
And now they're pressing up into my body
I squeeze them with my cunt to show my pleasure
Yes, use me slowly, take me at your leisure.
I want to stay half-sleeping while you're naughty.
What luxury if I can rest and dream
While your hard manhood bathes me in your cream."
~
10.
"My ass?! And does the oily tightness of my front
Not bathe your cock in luscious perfumed heat?
When you plunge it iron hard into my cunt,
You'd really rather shove it up my seat?
Have the dear soft folds of my moistened flower
Withheld their nectar when you lick my hole?
Or failed to worship your cock's raw power
Taking you, squeezing you with my very soul?
And now you want this ring in my behind,
Where shit but never cock has passed before?
Even your finger is blowing out my mind:
Outraged, trembling, feeling like your whore.
Well take it then, if your desire is true!
Come fuck my ass. Truth is, I want it too."
~
11.
"Oh, gorgeous girl, I'm close!" "Yes, come inside!
In me my love, make me your woman now!
Your loving's left my cunt so gratified
With aching quivering bliss, so you choose how!
Shall my pussy taste your climax peaking
As she strokes and sucks the semen from your balls?