musings of a jaded poet

10. prisoner

i love me when i'm wild,
i love me when i'm reckless,
i love me when i'm going 100 km/h over the speed limits,
with the roof retracted, and the breeze clogging my face—like it's an assassin trying to strangle me.

i love me when i'm drunk,
i love me when i'm mindless,
i love me when i walk up to beautiful lady at a bar with zero anxiety,
and i say i'm up to no good, there is no need to mince words, i can see the lust in your eyes too it's blinding like a traffic light.

oh yes, i spilled your drink over the counter on purpose,
so i could get you out of the club into my car, where you'd be up close,
so let me take you on a joyride,
hump you all night like a horseride,
we don't need to gallop fast we have all night,
tease you slowly, take you in small bites.

and if you wanted to call for help, it'd be impossible cause you'd be out of breathe,
and if you wanted to tell me to stop, it'd be impossible cause you'd have lost your voice—
from moaning all night long, and the neighbours won't be able to hear a single word,
cause my car window panes are tinted and my doors are locked, you're my prisoner.

i love me when i'm out,
i love me when i'm unhinged,
i love me when i indulge in intimate sexual orgies,
i'm introverted and i don't like party scenes—but your curves is my favorite scenery.

i might be a good boy,
but i have bad intentions,
when you arched over that counter to buy a drink,
and your ass protruded, bulged in your mini-skirt,
and i see it's a beast that you're trying to keep on a leash,
cause if you unleash it, there would be many ambulance vans streaking in—
and carting away fallen men,
so let me be your doctor, treat you right,
and if you don't have money, you can pay in kind.

i love me when i flirt,
i love me when i sweet-talk,
i love me when i serenade sexy women just to get in their beds,
for the night, i don't want an entanglement, but i want to get entangled in different positions all night.