He was a man.
A thief.
It was his true nature.
He was the most beautiful
One of them all.
Had no example
To compare.
Skin and eyes
Brown and dark.
Teeth white as snow.
His scent warm and earthly.
And the feeling of his finger tips
On my skin,
Was almost intimidating.
He was a king now
And I was his queen.
We had all we ever dreamt of
But it wasn't enough
For him.
He was caged in the castle
I knew
He longed to steal
To keep moving
It was his nature.
Before long,
Aladdin was gone.
Leaving me without
A heart.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
He was a man.
A thief.
It was his true nature.
He was the most beautiful
One of them all.
Had no example
To compare.
Skin and eyes
Brown and dark.
Teeth white as snow.
His scent warm and earthly.
And the feeling of his finger tips
On my skin,
Was almost intimidating.
He was a king now
And I was his queen.
We had all we ever dreamt of
But it wasn't enough
For him.
He was caged in the castle
I knew
He longed to steal
To keep moving
It was his nature.
Before long,
Aladdin was gone.
Leaving me without
A heart.
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