She is so sweet, so very fine. Pure succulent honey drips from her moist layers, my face covered with chopped nuts, *******, her waves, her trembling, overwhelming, I could eat her forever.
It’s been a year The clock strikes midnight And its been a year But this isn’t Cinderella Or another stupid fairytale Because it’s been a year Since anyone has loved you Or at least pretended they did There have been people Who have itched to touch you Feel your skin under their hands Sure, But in the end You’re left without being desired For anything more than your body Maybe it’s easier to make-believe the passion For romance But all of the endings are the same Crying yourself to sleep is your Happily ever after
Poetry challenge: base on your favorite fairy tale (twisted the challenge a bit)