Naive
Conceived in a spermicidal stream. She played make believe, while he built things with his hands. She enjoyed the feel of callous hands. The abrasive embrace, his sweat the last little bit that he poured over her. They performed welcome home acts before dinner was served, and dessert resembled honey dripped over sugar brown thighs. She was high and he naive to believe her make believe built his dreams. They spoke of astronomy, and painted conversation with their silence that resembled constellations. Naive to believe in words heard. Or that the North Star could guide her to a king. He was just a man. Naive to believe he'd be anything more which made this fact hard to comprehend. Why a queen would fall for a man with callous hands.
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