THE FORBIDDEN PRINCE
The prince was smiling
the first time that I saw him.
He was handsome,
sexy,
and his eyes sparkled with mischief.
Next time
there was connection...
Hands holding one another
as if they'd known each other longer than we had.
Perhaps they remembered something that we could not?
A forgotten dream of the two of us together?
The touching was touching;
the simplicity of it
left me aching.
The mischievous eyes and blinding smile were still there...
And the kiss goodnight was a perfect
forbidden taste of things
that might not ever be tasted again.
And was therefore cherished
far more than any kiss in recent memory.
And then through a kind of magic,
our histories were shared.
And the handsome prince
explained the spell that was cast on him
by a jealous God,
who thought if the prince were trapped in a body not his own
that the prince would be defeated forever....
only he wasn't lost.
For the prince was strong and brave,
and he'd survived,
though he still bore the scars of his transformation...
And his hardship, and his strife - his anger at his curse...
made him more beautiful than any queen or god that I've ever known.
I told him all this. And I meant it.
And though the remnants of his curse remained,
he was not ugly, or unwanted.
His soul was there in spades.
And truth be told...
I wanted him all the more.
Written By Jason Wright
MAY 11, 2007
for Shane