Sonnet # 55

Let's have a dream, my pretty Sue, dear friend.
Let's have a dream and allow me to be wild.
Don't take it bad but try to comprehend
It's just a dream; thus be polite and mild.
Under a tree, an apple one, my dear,
I hold your breasts; your lips I kiss with fire.
And I  express my appetite so clear.
You tell me, "Sweet, my flower now acquire!"
Oh, lady Sue, I hope you don't turn mad.
I'm talking freedom of on paper words.
A poet I am, and it makes me so glad
To take the pen as free are free the birds.
You are my friend, but what a pretty flower!
And one more time, this time I say it louder!