
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
About the Creator
A poem to you
To you, whoever that may be <3


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