A Queen in waiting, a Princess no less. Each day, a routine before being seen. For some, a shadow and not of the eye. The kind you'd find on that of a guy. An army of pogonophobes in dysphoric confusion. Each purging our wardrobes, a repeated delusion.
A leading ******* from a pornographic circus. The ***** under graduate from a school of *** workers. Your Hubby's vision in blue is our secret down south, 'cause he wouldn't kiss you with that ***** mouth.
So I'll stop you there Sizzle Chest, with your cans of Stella in your pristine white vest, 'cause this is real easy, even for you Mr ******.
I used to be a Princess but now I'm a Queen, recently coronated after all that I've seen.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Hazy musings from a land of candy pink are the dreams of a Princess.