Your sweet Prince

 
I've got the post orgasmic blues,
It's my leather bound secret.
My diary of shame, so I cannot forget.


A delayed reaction, gave me a stay of execution.
A moment of inspiration, without fear of rejection.
Free to write what I feel, here in my own private world;
Which I must hide away, from everyone.


That moment of perfection, as the light lit up her face.  
Left this vision branded into my memory;
Please don't take this image away.
Don't let me forget, what I saw today;
Because she left me speechless... What more can I say?


Love at first sight, is no longer a myth.
That thing other people get, I now have in bed with me.
She lays here sleeping, such a peaceful sight;
Yet I know this beautiful woman, will not become my wife.


So my love, I'm here, awaiting your awakening;
But sadly knowing, tomorrow you will be going.
I could try to keep you, but your spirit is free
And I know you could never, be content with just me.


This poem is an ode, to my latest conquest.
Another notch on the headboard;
Another one I've seen undressed.
So listen to me my love, as you lay there asleep;
My wish cannot come true, for this message is just like me.


It's just a tear drop in the ocean,
A grain of sand on the beach,
A pennies interest on your lottery win,
A pointless gesture from Your Sweet Prince.


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