Hostage

Hostage

Your lips tattooed on my skin -

Guilty pleasure, divine sin...

Wearing your smell - sweet and tender-

I cannot help but surrender


To that honey smile -small sips-

Get drunk on your candy lips

And then set the night on fire:

I´m the hostage of desire.


Like a candle, slowly burning,

Trembling, shivering, tossing, turning,

Biting, scratching, screaming, yearning,

Boiling, melting, flowing, squirming.


Your sweet lips set me on fire.

In an ocean of desire

I am relentlessly plunging

And incessantly indulging


In your sweet skin -nectar sin-

Above, below, beyond, within,

Entirely, inside out,

Endlessly - without a doubt.