This second publication by J. Essbaum is more sensual, a bit less religious. Though the flesh and the spirit are never quite separated.
This collection of erotic sonnets are untitled, leaving you with the sensation that they are less collection and more all one longer work from beginning to end.
Tho I say erotic, I don't want to turn off the semi-prude. This is not a work of unsavory terms, off putting language. You will not find throbbing members and heaving bossoms. This is no romantic adventure. No, it is an honest representation of relationships between men and women. Her language is both creative and appropriate. You will never look at your body, or your lover's, quite the same.