I wrote three of these difficult little things ages ago, and figured I’d post them. In the third note to keep in spirit with the subject matter, I reversed the consonant string alliteration..
Were we our love to define, lust is lost.
Let us last, kiss me fine.
Praise me, press my mouth on thine.
Bouquets bequeath, be thou mine!
O my friend fair needs to be in embrace.
My brave heart! Love, hear me:
“Let us sit on sand and see
Love let run to eternity.”
Gasp! It rips. spirit breaking – He curses,
As she cries with shaking.
Scrapes scar much stomach kicking,
Wombs of women whimpering.