The Princess and the Frog
He treats me like a Princess,
And calls himself the frog prince,
Though really on the outside,
Hes just as beautiful as within,
He calls me his Goddess,
And makes himself my slave,
But if I had a to pick a word,
Id say he was my Greek God, my King,
He massages my feet,
When the day has been long,
And whispers in my ears,
The sweetest little songs,
He tells me I cant beat him,
And then pretends that I can win,
The stars sparkel in his eyes,
And the sun glows on his skin,
He makes me smile,
Like ive never smiled before,
He makes my heart erratic,
And tries to hand me the world,
His lips are soft heavens,
His hands are carressing hells,
I cant stand the thought,
Without almost crying out,
He makes me feel amazing,
And we've never once had sex,
He doesnt want to till he feels im ready,
Even though I know im ready for him,
He respects my body,
And respects my mind,
He respects my feelings,
I think for once im not wasting my time,
He buys me all these presents,
Though I always tell him "Dont",
He treats me like a Queen,
And I treat him like himself,
He finds a million pet names,
And he's perfect for my heart,
We fight and always make up,
And he only wants me for himself,
Im happy and im giddy,
He turns me into such a girl,
I could go on forever,
And never finish all my words,
He calls me his Princess,
and thats exactly what I am,
He's my King, my baby,
and will always be my man...
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