I Write Poetry

My Prisoner

I want to lock you in my room and never let you go
Chain you to my bed just to know that you’ll be there
Kiss your lush lips whenever I want, nice and slow
Pull and run my fingers through your soft dark hair

Leaving teasing kisses all over your creamy neck
I’d devour your quivering body in the bl<x>ink of an eye.
I’d find him, love him and give him small, cute pecks.
Quivering mess, your salty sweet honey I’ll never deny

Back up your body I trail, destination to your red lips.
Let your hot kiss set me ablaze, let you melt into my mind
Your fingers tracings blazing patterns on my curvy hips.
Touch me all over, search my body as if you’re blind.

Then hold me close throughout the cold winter’s night.
Let the moonlight shine down on our glistening bodies
I’ll pull you close, keep you warm and hold you tight.
Love me and I’ll become your favourite hobby.