I've no dreams of playing the role of Beauty
In love's reinactment of a Disney movie.
I would fail.
I've no longing for a Prince Charming
Or a castle, or a steed of white.
I'm not that pure.
My love is a gut instinct.
Raw and hard, occasionally bleeding.
I don't want you to faun over me,
Or baby me when I'm sad,
Or bring me flowers on Valentines Day.
I want a Romeo and Juliet kind of love.
A poet's love.
I want obsession.
I want you to strike me when I want it.
Fuck me in a way that will make me know I'm yours.
Make me sob in pain when I need it.
Then tell me I'm the best.
Live up to all my passions,
My vulgar intensity,
My bare emotions.
Make a blood pact with me
Master, boy, Kindred, friend, Husband.
Love me like no one else in this world can.