Prisoner of Love - Diane Scantlebury

Entrapped in the folds of my duvet
Entangled in a web of sheets
Your hair sprinkled on the pillow
I watch your sleeping profile
Enfold you in my arms
And snuggle
Your back to my chest
Then my back to yours
Soft skin caresses

Time rushes by
Almost half the day has passed
Yet we lay warm and cocooned
Wrapped up in our nest
You are my prisoner of love
You complain but do not struggle
To break free
Free from my gentle circle of hugs
Soft lip kisses

Diane Scantlebury