My princess knows her carriage waitsoutside with Cinderella plates,but from the limo's tinted glassI see her figure swirling pastthe castle window, arm in armwith dark and handsome, Mister Charm.Her dress, like spangled ocean spray,invites his swimming hands to playacross...

I’ll be your candy apple, your sticky sweet serene. You’ll slide inside my ultra glide and glaze my Krispy Kreme.   I taste like cotton candy. You pound my tambourine. I twirl my skirt. “Please make this hurt!” You rip me at the seam.   Your bumper car has...