From the moment I wake up as the sunlight hits my face and rapes me of dreams
Those rays that invade my eyelids and provide the warmth of life only his smile could provide thoughts of him invade inside like an infectious disease aiming to please every unspoken desire... I am captivated.
Those long talks during late hours when my mind has become weary my body come what may when his soothing voice asks me how was my day from those sweet honey lips to angelic fingertips that caress threw the flesh but reach for my soul while my body he holds my future unfold his truth be told he's in control... and
I am his prisoner.
I walk handcuffed scars on my wrist from arguments of this time he didnt do that and that time when I spazzed back and jealously and doubt that scared me throughout his heart I try to mend my back he tries to bend from the insecurities we share despite how much we may care the heartache and dispair that confines me to graffiti walls steel bars and an orange jump suite... caught in hot persuit
of wanting to run him the fuck over. instead i chose closer and when my emotions got the best of me called my cell id out for all the other inmates to hear. he said it clearly i wasnt going anywhere that my sentence was life my crime being wife and despite the aggrivation complication domestication confescation of my heart mind and soul the thought of losing him is a pain i wont behold.
For I am love's prisoner.
I do as love says and not as love do.
I am a wretched prisoner not deemed worthy of you
yet the nourishment you provide from that gleem in his eyes is sweeter than any cake I've ever tasted.
Any fear I've had you've raped it
And with being love's prisoner, I submit myself to isolation from other in-mates, mates? mates who are... trying to get in. Not dropping the soap watching closely whose my friends not making enemies.. and being bad as hell...
I dont want time off for good behavior... in my despiration love is my savior.
I fit in with the others around me my face tatooed with aggrivation frustration from my spouse.. the girls chatting in circles trying to figure out.. (why all of their man's seem so dumb sometimes..) how threatening to break up is equivalent to a pointed 9... when they all confess of their time in the big house, the things that went wrong those things that went right the times that time that time was all night
and how love tells you after a fight it will be alright.
As honesty comforts me in sillouetts of companionship trust and devotion...
I open my heart
Slam the cell
Lock the cuffs
And throw away the key...
I am a prisoner of Love and I never want to be free.
