is love is as sad as in it poems,
or is it like in the movies?
you think you'll never know,
you are stuck between both of them.


you want the green fields, lilacs and pretty faces, of course, the tender sex.
you wonder about your prince.
but your eyes linger on princess's breast.
you wonder, how would they taste,
soft and pink flesh.

you look at the prince mouth,
the soft taste of his lips,
and places it would touch.

you want both of them.
like you don't think of your best friend
when he is inside you,
you chant more and more,
a more that is not him,
but soft, smooth, flesh.