Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Pride Month 2022, Writing


These lips have secrets,
but I won’t keep her as one.
There is a determined desire that has delved into my depths,
and I must confess,
I have no choice but to crumble under my compulsions.

True love is an addiction,
a habit I’ve never been able to kick,
and as the heavens open and the world ends beyond my bounds,
high up in a tower is a Princess,
purring beneath her Princess Charming.

I think of her as my saviour and my downfall,
awestruck at the alter,
my baby is my religion,
and I am as devout as I have ever been.

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