An imp at play
Your virtue outshines my turpitude
Shall I compare thee to an imp at play?
Thou art more lovely yet more mischievous
Your cloth doth clothe you in a certain way
That leaveth me with thoughts quite dangerous
To see you dancing in the woods at dawn
When should you chance to speak out loud my name
Would surely leave me trembling in my skin
And thinking thoughts that ought to do me shame
For though thy nature be as sweet as sin
And virtue be but your true guiding light
My wicked wiles toward thee often win
And leaveth me with lustful thoughts at night
So long as hearts do beat and dancers dance
So long lives this my sonnet happenchance
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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The thoughts you have when you are walking in the woods,lol. An excellent poem of your fantasy. 😉
Maybe you should let your imp out and go out to play, Ray. This poem is one of your best and really like how it reminds me of another famous work of word play. Good job.
Oooo, this was soooo creatively done! Loved it!
Lovely verse, Ray! It felt alluring and magical in a way.
Love the passion ignite in this poem
What a true sonnet! I especially love “Your cloth doth clothe you in a certain way / That leaveth me with thoughts quite dangerous”. I can feel the combination of love, admiration, and want in this poem. Excellent job!