TRUE LOVE

They walked through the woods bare feet, picking wild daffodils along the way. He stops with a start and holds her back for a pause. He gazes at her as gently as a breeze blowing beneath the petals of a lily. Her hair flowed smoothly over her satin dress, over her healthy breasts; the sides of her glorious mane tucked over her ears like silk threads over a wooden spool. He runs his fingers smoothly over her soft rosy cheeks and whispered,

"Darling princess,"

"Yes, dear?"

"I'd love to fuck you".