shaharazad
Pleasure/Pain slut available for rent
Daughter of one-thousand nights
Spinning prose to stay alive.
Knows not that she is eternal
As the passion born within her soul.
Encapsulates her heart in words
Absorbs the pain each time she sings.
Lives the ecstasy sublime
Though the faces change by day.
Sleeping Beauty, not of fancy
Taste’s the fruit of Eden’s fame.
Naught the apple of the tale
But juice of grape that numbs the mind.
Waiting for her own Prince Charming.
Mounted steed and breast of plate
Sees not how the gleaming armor
Conceals a heart as cold as steel.
Beguiled by words and deeds of valor
Smitten by the turn of phrase
She opens wide allowing entry
Morning light reveals her fate.
Heaving mass that lay beside her
Not the Galahad of yore
Snuggles close for warmth and comfort
Receives no more than ice and pain.
Waits for one of understanding
Waits for one whose love is free
Seeks a soul of tender mercies
Protector’s strength and trusting heart
Remember, Princess, those of value
Those with strength of deepest heart
Are not those of charm or beauty
Inner beauty has no face
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