apples cold

I dreamed I had
&nbsp a lover in my mouth
His sex smooth & long & hard
&nbsp a silk pressure
I removed it and
&nbsp kissed the head
&nbsp as red as apples
In my dream I could tell that
&nbsp my teeth were mirrors
I thought
&nbsp “Maybe he will kiss me
&nbsp And break the spell”
But instead
&nbsp I woke up
Trapped still in the forest
&nbsp where the huntsman threw me away
Too much trouble
&nbsp he said
Too much trouble for soft
&nbsp pale thighs
I was fifteen
&nbsp and
my mother was queen