More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 73: Interlude 2
(Crown of Sonnets 7)

That you should feel yourself so tempest-tossed
Upon the hidden show of mingling lovers,
We have no cause to doubt; this world is lost
Upon such winds of pleasure, which discovers
A pope to be a rake, a nun a mistress,
A saint a weak example to the urge
That binds us to our senses in distress,
Compelling us to pleasure out and purge
Our overflowing passions with each stroke,
Until we linger in the afterglow
Contented with the embers that we stoke,
At least for just a while to quell our woe:
      But we must get our readers back on track;
      Before it's done, let's bring our poet back.

(To be continued...)

A/N: If you're still wondering what it's saying, this sonnet is about succumbing to bodily urges, specifically promiscuity and even masturbation. 'Nuff said. Hope you enjoyed this 2nd interlude...