Come,Sweet Prince
Come,slake your thirst,
For I am the chalice from which you drink each night.
I burn through your body like liquid fire,
Travelling its fated course.
Come,slake your hunger,
For I am the delicacy set atop your table.
A pearl upon its oyster bed,
Awaiting the ultimate discovery of being plucked-
Yet ,stay your hand ,sweet prince,
For I shall be savoured as such.
Come,rest your tired bones,
For I am the feathered pillow beneath your head.
I am the satin sheets that slide against your skin each night
Caressing your every inch, stimulating your every nerve,
Come,awake sweet prince,
For I am the ray of light that shines across your face.
And every path your foot shall take,
Will be illuminated.
So Come,sweet prince,
For you shall never stumble.
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