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Pink Pilates Princess

Pretty but never free

By A poem to youPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

Princess

Princess

They call her princess

Royal to the least of us

Highness to the highest beast in us

Least of all the pretty pink

And sweet and swine and never drinks

Wine mom, green food, juice and dreams too

Take it in, in, in

But not too much

And not enough

And out and in and breath again

And up, bend, extend, extend

Right when and then and then

You’ve got pink pilates pretty prize

And glittering gold green princess eyes

And tiny, tiny bite size lies

That keep you tucked and tightened

Thighs or best kept secrets lips

That’s where they keep the sacred secret tips

And break you’re not so pretty whips

On those or horses that witness vice

Oh the Pink Pilates princess’ price

-@apoem2you

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To you, whoever that may be <3

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