With arms tightly folded
her hourglass silhouette lay there,
just as the hour softly turned
time was nearly out.
On knees to broken palms
he did everything to get to her,
the words he whispered had no affect.
She was tight lipped and in control,
he asked if she were ready
stepping forward and offered a kiss
softly to her shoulder, nothing happened.
With more weight weighing him down
there was a sweet smelling scent
the girl and her tepid perfume
her skin glistened lightly.
Eyes were hard to adjust
at this time of night
the true intentions of his want
he wanted nothing more
than to simply wake her.
A glass vase lay smashed
on an already swept floor
by the previous attempts.
Careful not to walk barefoot
there was no real choice,
he had to wake the girl.
Her room has been waiting for centuries
the candles have totally burnt out.
There under a shimmering blanket
the prized girl lay quietly still.
Asleep for one hundred years
a curse to make her immortal.
A heavy hand pinched super hard.
Aroused by this stunning reversal,
all her wishes came down to this kiss,
he put his mouth to hers.
Instantly, she was jolted awake,
his eyes laid heavily in hers.
Still, he leaned in and kissed her harder
the room spun her fully awake.
Her throat could only manage a whisper
a prized single word she mouthed,
“Sir.”
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