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.