Her Porcelain dreams.

Porcelain dreams.
By Elaine .C.

A soft breeze rustled her torn gown,
as the tree's swayed to the whisper.
Her heart racing against her chest,
as her feet tapped too the music in her dream.

Within her alternate world she was dancing,
her peasant garb no where in sight,
as the many layer's of silk twirled about,
and a blinding smile crossed her face.

Turning as a hand laid upon her shoulder,
she found herself looking into intense onyx eyes.
His voice was husky- choked by desire- when he asked,
"May I have this dance, Milady?"

Her head swirled as she took his hand,
and the flame spread through her.
A soft flutter awakened in her belly
as his powerful arm encircled her waist.

The heat invaded her core instantly,
Passion becoming overwhelming,
as he pressed her closer,
and lead her around the room.

Looking up at him through sooty lashes,
her enticing lips half parted,
She seductively licked her lower lip
and was rewarded with a groan.

His blond locks falling forward,
as his lips where minutes away,
Leaning up on tips toe's,
Anticipating the pleasure....

Suddenly her Warrior Prince was gone.
No where in sight, as she looked upon the gray castle
rising in the clouding mist- and as always
she felt the familiar longing and desperation take over.

But as she sat beneath the swaying old oak,
She remembered she could never be with him,
For she was peasant and he noble.
All they could ever have where her porcelain dream's.

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Porcelain is metaphoric for Fragile. As porcelain shatters and so does her illusion when ever she awakes.
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--Elly.