cinderella

the faces of elyse

pass through me in sleep

holding her body against mine

she turns and taunts me

with a crooked smile that twists

trying to free itself from sadness

revealing her will as it falls

saving herself from madness

haunted by her dainty feet

buying shoes for cinderella

wanting to please my muse

dancing and playing the fool

just for her amusement

her taut ass and attitude

forced my heart to hunt and find

her solitude

and attempts to win her trust

were seen and lost as lust

too old to be her prince

too bold to be her friend

trapped inside my beast

her beauty as my feast

a jewel inside my darkness

the faces of elyse

Elyse Harshbarger

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