Nov 17, 2020
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A Princess In Waiting
Paper Poetry Prompt #6
I trail my fingers, gently, decadently, along the arched slope of the ivory fence,
Love spilling from me like a river, pregnant with impending monsoon
Don’t let me go just yet, love, don’t let me just yet go,
There’s so much more to say, there’s so much more to do
Climb that fence and come on over, love, I will lower it just for you
Somedays the fence rises high, and the fortress wall…
