Lynn Grassette - Hostage

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

Lynn Grassette

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