Orlando

The whole world knows it,
everyone but you,
your cheekbones I covet
and that ass too.

I'd make you my possession
to worship on our own.
A cage of silver in my basement
would be your special throne.

A collar on your neck would say,
"Mommy's Little Toy".
I'd dress you up and strip you down
No need to be coy.

I'd make you my possession
To keep just for myself
You could never get away
my pretty pirate elf.

This poem was a joke for my friend. It's about her dream to one day own Orlando Bloom.