Prince

Tumble in the hay

Let’s hide away from the light of day

My fingers run through your flaxen hair

My other hand ends up over there

I go fish in your eyes- what a catch

You’re a fine dish, it’s no surprise that my mind’s between your thighs

Countless times I’ve denied myself dessert- the sweetness of your kiss

Though I’ve yet to taste it, it’s the flavor I miss

Though I’ve yet to be basted, I soak up your succulence

No matter how poor we’ve been,

You’ve always been my prince

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