Hope Justice

The Frog Prince

shy to an unknown
     wilderness
undaunted by the current of fear
to please      engulfed by the rapids
     of desire

upon my bed of       lillypads
The Frog Prince     croaks
     begging for a kiss

i laugh softly      excited 
      by his eagerness
fumbling      with my bra strap
       his rigid
fingers clammy cold      skin
       slick with perspiration
slimy      like a dead fish

sliding in      velvet strokes
     violent shudders creep
to the surface
the Frog King cringes

licking my lips
     i whisper
now you’re a man