BEDTIME STORY [Sonnet] by Kristin Garth


Pink Litter 14/11


I want it with a glass of milk. A poke
of nipples through a slip of silk. Velvet
ribbon in my dark hair. This tale bespoke,
I must prepare, await you angelic.

You found a woman, saw the girl. Whispers
in bed a bud bound tight unfurls. The plot:
conquest in princess deep. The writhes, whimpers,
relived inside my sleep, your words have wrought.

I fetishize this part of day. Daydream,
in socks, the things you’ll say. A chapter next
or story new, some dialogue, a theme
we will pursue. Subtext begets the sex.

The best part happens when you say “the end”:
Undress me sleepy; make me play pretend.

Published by mistyrampart

Freelancer, poet, dreamer

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