beautiful sakura,
o the days we silently kissed
and loved through our imperfections
writing letters in different time zones
knowing each other’s darkest secrets
slight pecks of the palms
equal devotion to the madness
writing our enticing words to one another
detailing our… intimacy
as i was deranged while she was sweet
our dance was inspired out of love
as we sang together as popular authors
riling the enthusiastic, yet transient guests
leading to the curious pool of tadpoles
i represented darkness that was handsome
while you were pink as ever
still as pretty as the day you named me yours
locking the collar on my cold neck
tugging it whenever you needed love
having me crawl back to kiss your feet
painting your nails with a fresh coat
and biting you with permission
with a lick to your collar bones
dusting off those pretty shelves
you inspired my name, you gave me love,
my heart fluttered at the word “prince”
so delicious that it gives me a sensation
a tang that compels me to grasp your hair
pulling you back into my arms
sinking my fangs into love
a slight moan with a grimace
as you fed me with your supple,
pretty and gorgeous hands
and provided our castle, our home
i stood guard
to being her count
as she was my countess
and loved her delicately as she deserved
until the night was no more
was i not masculine enough for you?
i wooed you with my intelligence and wit
even as we set course for our whims
but that was not enough
when i confessed my heart and true intentions
i know in another universe we loved greatly
and my heart is still… slightly yours
in history that we made
even if distance defines our current relationship
but i’m happy if you are,
my countess.