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Romance and your bouncing boner

 
So I wanted to be a fucking
faerie princess and make out
in a damn daisy field
 
maybe frolic a bit
and get a little handsy
 
maybe get a little more
 
And I am a fucking vision
in a gauzy spring gown
and not much else
halo headband over my
shampoo-commercial perfect hair
as I sit in this field
surrounded by the
flowers and  
the goddamn nature and
 
your naked ass
 
I struggle
because you swore if  
I made you do this
 
you’d do it naked
 
and you are prancing like
a little goat in the meadow
 
if little goats had massive
erections bobbing up
and down with
each skip in the glade
 
I didn’t know you
could skip like that
 
or flounce
 
let alone with your dick that hard
 
and… baby… just
 
You win.
 
Because
I laughed
I laughed until my side hurt
and my fingernails had dirty
eclipsed moons in the tips
 
I laughed until you
dropped to the ground
grinning and panting like a Labrador
 
I squealed when
you rolled me over so
I covered all but your toes
as we nailed glee into
each other’s eyes
while your giant boner
nestled against my stomach
 
And fuck.
 
Smiling kisses turned to
something more
naturistic
and left me naked
and throbbing on the inside
 
and you helped me
with that as
clouds rolled by on rails
and I…  
 
(exhale)
 
it’s easy to say it
you pointed it out
years ago
 
It’s easy to say
what everyone says
 
And I’ve stained our
chests screaming it
 
But this is where I lose myself,
really lose myself
and fall into you,
like a spring day
 
The whimsical fuckery
like today,
in tandem with how I ache
for closed doors and
dirty cravings
with teeth and sweat
and hollow eyes
 
Yeah.
That shit
makes me feel the things.
 
You flip me over,
push me into the dirt
while light falls on my face
and put one slim ankle
on your wide shoulder
 
and make a joke
about all that post-run yoga
paying off
 
and
 
yes..
 
I wanted to be a faerie princess today
and play romantic lovers
in a field of fucking flowers
and you’d be my little thrall
here to worship my
well,
everything
 
But you pushed into me
with the sweetest savagery,
as if instead you were
a conquering nation
laying my lands
to waste
 
and my body was
yours
to claim and plunder
 
I wanted to play princess
today
and instead
with your skin in my teeth
I swore fealty
to a king
who doesn’t
 
play
 
by the rules
 
at all
Written by Betty
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