Prisoner Of Her Thighs Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

I was her prisoner last night
Her legs wrapped around me so tight
My jail cell, her magnificent thighs
Muffling my moans, blocking my sighs

Her thighs, pressed up against my cheeks
I'd gladly stay this way for days, weeks
A prison, no to me this is heaven
Give me a sentence of life, times seven

No doubt, they're a man trap in disguise
The soft white skin of her thighs
A trap from which, I'll never break free
Between her thighs is where I want to be