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not my finest moment, but one worth examining - I had a mullet and lived off of Haight st. she didn't mind my mullet which, at that time, was about all I could ask for. we made out in the rain, copulated in bar bathrooms, lay in bed for hours laughing. she was an explosion of life - a sunflower in the wind. and beautiful. (because how many ordinary princesses get poems?) I thought I was prince charming. turns out I was the stepmother, the witch, the wolf. I turned our bedroom - where we love, lusted, and lived - into a dungeon. because it was the only place I wanted her. to myself, pleasing me, craving me. I did everything I could to keep her in that dungeon. and her eyes glossed over, and she started to die. I watched her starve. then one day I unlocked the giant iron door, swung it back, and she was gone. maybe rescued by a prince, most likely grew wings and flew out on her own. because I was the villain in my own fairy tale, hers too. and this one had a happy ending, which means, I lost.
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
How to **** a princess
not my finest moment, but one worth examining - I had a mullet and lived off of Haight st. she didn't mind my mullet which, at that time, was about all I could ask for. we made out in the rain, copulated in bar bathrooms, lay in bed for hours laughing. she was an explosion of life - a sunflower in the wind. and beautiful. (because how many ordinary princesses get poems?) I thought I was prince charming. turns out I was the stepmother, the witch, the wolf. I turned our bedroom - where we love, lusted, and lived - into a dungeon. because it was the only place I wanted her. to myself, pleasing me, craving me. I did everything I could to keep her in that dungeon. and her eyes glossed over, and she started to die. I watched her starve. then one day I unlocked the giant iron door, swung it back, and she was gone. maybe rescued by a prince, most likely grew wings and flew out on her own. because I was the villain in my own fairy tale, hers too. and this one had a happy ending, which means, I lost.
I'll never be the wolf again.
#fairytale#reflections#princess#relationship#love
LifellKillYa
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LifellKillYa
31/M/San Francisco
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
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