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Still Your Prisoner


I made new friends
I found new trends
But my heart still lingers
Within the circle of influence
Where I'm prisoner
Of your love
Caught up in the sticky webs
of your embrace -
warm
surreal


I attempt jailbreak

to flirt
to steal kisses
from dames down the street...
But the moon soon becomes noon
Before my plans awake.
Like a loyal dog
My heart you pull
Down into this lily dotted pool
Of cherished togetherness.
I am yours
yours to possess
like a precious stones in a treasure chest.


Dusk to dawn

Winter to autumn
Still your prisoner
Still your dream man
The ideal catch
Hooked by your line and sinker
Fished
And waiting to be dished,
Spiced and delicious
to be dined upon
by your tender wetness
munched
grind
yours
ever



#Pengician

#SSA

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