Stolen Things Poem by Mastermind Poet

I knew I shouldn't
I still want to
It is actually wrong
For me to
Yet I simply can't stop myself
Why is this actually happening
Her eyes sparkle
Her breath increases with every heartbeat,
I look at her lips
And once again I remember the reason why…

She smiles,
Then looks down,
She's shy
This fills my head with sinister ideas,
I am the king,
The king of the game
A game I know all too well
But one I know I should not play,

I place a finger on her chin,
Lift her eyes up to face me,
She smiles,
I descend down to the juiciness that up to now is simply a pigment of my imagination.
As her lips curl against mine,
I feel electrical impulses passing through both of us,
It feels all so good

I part my lips and pull her closer,
I kiss her neck and a moan escapes her,
Oh yes,
This is it,
I slowly let my brain start going over the whole thing
She is not mine,
Neither am I hers,
We should not do this,
But it feels so right.

Forbidden fruits taste sweetest
I will sample this one
It will not be my first,
I am a king at this
Slowly she takes the road that many others have taken before her.
She, like many others before her
Cannot resist me,
I smile a sinister grin as I remember this,


We set our own pace
She follows me with hunger,
Vigor
Want
Oh yes,
She moans as we increase the tempo,
This is our music,
Created by us
For us,

As we go over the edge,
She seems to remember
We should not do this
But it is all over,
I care less about her guilt,
After all
She brought herself
I add another to the list
As she falls asleep
I take a picture of her sleeping
Send it to my boys,
Caption,
JACKPOT

In the morning as she leaves,
I do not go further from my door
Lest my actions are known
I have a girlfriend
I know she is faithful
She need not know what I have been up to,
So as I settle down to begin my day
A text message comes through
A picture of my girlfriend
Codename…J.A.C.K.P.O.T.
I may get angry
But then I remember,
Stolen things taste sweetest.