Morning is a rude awakening
to the 100 thread count sheets
and the lover I know will leave
Though maybe some coffee, or black tea,
Will leave me more appeased
But If I could choose,
How to spend the next 10 hours,
I'd hold you hostage in this room;
Bounding you to the bed post
Never letting you go
Except for showers
but I'll have to watch
Stepping in there too
Wet bodies are fun I’ve heard
Can I experiment on you?
I’ll feed you - I promise,
And,
Touch you till it feels good,
Fix every ache, every wound
Anything else darling?
Or are we understood?
Baby stay my prisoner,
Here in this small room;
Let the 100 thread count sheets
And perfume smelling sweet
Chain you well to me
Together we could be
Complete
Baby, just stay here with me
Mmmmm....Like the idea. Rude awakening to the 100 thread count is brilliant.Never looked at it that way: -) Love...TO
Love this poem, it hints at the naughtiness, though I love the sweetness too! I've often had a mind to hole my lover into a room never to get out..... Tee Hee! Great read. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know much about all this tying up stuff... but I do know that this is very good. You keeping moving forward Linley. There are changing moods - sad, fatalistic, naughty, hopeful - and loads of highly visual images in this. Strong writing. Lovely. jim