My Princess

You are my Princess
Only I can see your bejeweled crown
Only I see you treading lightly across a golden carpet
Golden like the buttercups of an Alpine meadow in the early morning sun

I thirst for your secret softness
Knowing that when I touch you there
Your river will burst forth and quench my thirst
I hunger for the soft moistness of your mouth
Grazing my thumb across your lips
Inviting me in to suck greedily upon it

I want to capture your heart and your spirit
Dance to the song in your soul because you know I can hear it
I will be your Westley
You will be my Princess Bride
And every night into the sunset
We will ride