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“i need the WAVE, and i’m not talking about weed!”

i used to make my bed, but since i’ve met you-i don’t. as the sun rises, i grab you by the waist and kiss the middle of your back. you smile . i can see the scratches i left from last night. from all the nights. the smell of us is always in the air. i need more candles, clearly.

i used to make my bed-a daily chore per my mother. since i’ve met you, i don’t. after i drop you off, i get back in bed and reminisce. i think about touching myself, but the thoughts of you get me just as hot. 

i used to make my bed, but since i’ve met you, i don’t. we enter my room-hand in hand. i like when you throw me on the bed. i love when you’re ready to rip my clothes off. always ready for you, babe.

i used to make my bed, but since i’ve met you, i don’t. and, i won’t!

 i can’t wait to h.a.t.e.u.

cause i sure drank for him. not out of styrofoam or red cups…we’re tying to stop that.

once upon a time, i believed i would find my prince charming. because, he would climb to the top of the tower and rescue me from my evil step-mother. for trespassing, he would be put through a series of tests. battling for my freedom. for me. for my love. for my heart. forever. but, i have no step-mother, and i like the step-father that i have. my prince would have a beautiful horse, and a charming name. like, prince henrich edward rudolf III. or something, similar. (haha) he would have studied in africa or europe, and have all the same interests as me. the male version of me. the dreams i would have as a little girl. as an only child.

i remember, sitting in my play-room, drawing castles over and over again with a tiara on my head. reading disney books and then re-writing them on paper. some of them, i had memorized.  playing house with my best friend aven; he wanted to be the wife (i wasn’t having that). playing doctor. teacher. being, a child. just being.  but, transforming into a princess was my favorite. i had tons of dresses with ruffles. hundreds of bows and barrettes. then, i would go into my mother’s massive bathroom and put on her make-up. praying that my “rags” would become a gorgeous gown that my fairy-godmother spelled up just in time for the ball. at the ball, everyone was kind. the king talked to the servants. we all drank sparkling apple cider in champagne glasses. the queen danced with me, the future princess. she shared how she met the king. how they made love in the forest while it rained. they made a toast to “henrich” and my future. the entire room had their eyes on us, as we continued to dance. nothing mattered.

 i don’t believe that anything ends in “fairy-tale” whether you marry a prince or not. i believe that love begins with finding my dream man. my supportive man. my go-to man.  my eyes. my shoulder to cry on. my comedian. my bodyguard. my lip specialist.  my romance engineer. my dating liaison. my friend. my best friend. my everything. don’t get me wrong, i could live the rest of my life without ever getting married. i say this, because, i am scared of divorce. divorce is failure between a couple that once loved one another. unconditionally. i am aware of how you fall out of love, which i am also fearful. fear is being afraid of a possible or probable event or situation…i am hopeful. and waiting.