Hug Sonnets
by Virginia Sky
Sonnets - NC17


Published in T'hy'la 21.
Awarded the 2000 Silver Phileon Award.
Published by Kathleen Resch.


Sonnet I
Spock’s Sonnet

As the night goes forth ever gently,
My true love I do cradle.
Knowing that time passes swiftly
I remain his ever-present sentinel.
Some would question the logic
Of bonding to such an emotional one;
But I, who others perceive as stoic,
Would consider no other option.
As observation can clearly relate,
Through the use of all my senses,
This being is my one true fate,
The one who has broken my defenses.
So I’ll cherish the moments that in my mind tug,
As I continue to hold him in a midnight hug.



Sonnet II
The Sonnet of Sight

Adrift in the darkening shadows we lie,
Enjoying one brief moment of peace.
As I gaze at my gem with a critical eye
My list of endless praise does increase:
From the blinding sight of soft gold,
Which can be found in the strands
Of his hair, to what I do hold,
Warm ivory and cream in my hands.
A precious treasure is this human of mine!
I memorize each trait of his mortal frame.
In hopes that what is captured in my powerful mind
Will allow me eternal moments to claim.
Entwining fingers, my focal point, a tantalizing sight indeed,
Becomes the proof that my Jim is the only light that I need.



Sonnet III
The Sonnet of Sound

My quieting, midnight world abounds
With sounds perceived by a sensitive ear.
Solitary footsteps make their rounds
Approaching our oasis, ever-drawing near.
Gently tightening my grip I await
To hear the unsuspecting intruder move away.
I draw my attention to my dearest bedmate
Thinking the thoughts that I do not daresay.
For only I can hear the sweetest music
The universe has ever known.
A song of life, so internally rhythmic,
Proclaims that I do not have to live alone.
Softly, I join the infinitesimal sound in a loving duet.
I accompany the living breath of my love, my kismet.



Sonnet IV
The Sonnet of Touch

Sensually gliding, my long tapered fingers caress
The soft, silken skin of my captive one.
The titillative action causes my mind to regress.
Teasing images taunt me before dawn:
Of hands running through smooth, golden strands,
Pulling off the command mantle of clothes,
Love-ripened lips hotter than Vulcan sands,
Our gleaming, slick bodies pressing so close.
My pliable flesh arises at the thought
Of the velvety ride, the rush of molten lead.
Fingertips tingle with joy that was brought
By the blissful bond which occurred in this bed.
All these things are ingrained in my body and soul
For he is the one who has made my life whole.



Sonnet V
The Sonnet of Taste

A virtual feast my lover is
For one who has been so deprived.
Various flavors that are his
End a fast of love that I had contrived.
An opened-mouth kiss staggers my mind
From the brandy that is left on his tongue.
Thirstily I drink as our limbs are entwined
Quenching a love that is so young!
Savoring the slick, salty taste of this son
Of the Earth, I lick his sweat-drenched skin.
Is my obsession with such a palatable passion
What my mortal Mother referred to as a sin?
Greedily I gulp his bittersweet seed
For it is the Essence of Life that I need!



Sonnet VI
The Sonnet of Smell

A wondrous wizard is the sense of smell
To grant me its gracious gift.
It weaves around me its fragrant spell.
In a sea of scents I am sent adrift.
Assailed by the essence of sandalwood and cologne
I deeply inhale my slumbering one.
This olfactory elicits a low, longing moan
As it triggers my erogenous region.
Scintillating sweat mingled with soap,
Wafting odors of musk and sex,
Allows me to broaden my sensory scope
And enrich our erotic treks.
For the sense of smell, more than any other,
Has the power to enflame my desire for this lover.



Sonnet VII
A Canvas of Senses

In an uncharted world, an explorer am I.
But the fears I have are none.
For my senses are guides that do not set me awry
While dream and reality merges as one.
Too long have I perceived in black and white,
Logic guiding my perception.
Now my existence is full with colors bright.
The hues determined by my senses.
For what I hold in my arms is dear,
No more will there be personal strife.
Here is proof that I am revered.
Love is the ultimate equation of life!
To maintain such feeling I know I would fight,
To protect the right to have more hugs at midnight!



Sonnet VIII
An Extra Sense

Blessed am I of an additional sense,
One that few humans have known.
The effects of it are so immense,
That all other senses are outshone.
Intimate ecstasy, thoughts caressed,
As he invades the corners of my mind.
Vulcan warrior, now his conquest,
Entrapped by this man, a golden bind.
For even now as Jim lies asleep
His love throbs through our new bond.
His glowing presence continues to sweep
The darkness of my mind, causing it to abscond.
Hidden desires and loneliness are finally gone it seems,
For my lover and I can now share our valley of sensual dreams.