My sweet prince...

The prince came...my blushing prince came,
its morning and my blues have sprinted,
so beatnik and posh...and he remembers what i said...
it was too dark too see..but his ears bless him...
he remembers everything like it was yesterday...
well it WAS! we sat down and drew together praising purple and black..
he has double shade iridiscent nail polish...so exotic my prince..
he let me touch his hair and smell him...home cooked food,cherry?gardenia,tobacco and coconuts.
I told him all about sufism,and he already knows a lot!
my sweet prince...you amaze me...went back to my room...
the park can be filled with annoying yapping 14 yearolds....my sweet prince daniel says he can only stand them for 30 mins...he doesnt know i spent most of the summer bummed with them...they liked it when i played oasis though...he chose the incense...its called black love..
i cant ever get tired of smelling him and touching his garden hair...sandal sandal...bishi bishi...i have to bring him out of his beauty-case shell...probe him with pretty words...and then comes one mellow sentence...im satisfied...i have enough tongue for both of us ;)