Some women dream of Prince Charming
coming to their rescue
adorned in glistening armor
Building them their very own castle
encircling that castle
not with a moat
but with a white picket fence
protecting their kingdom
as they live happily ever after.
Meh.
Been there. Done that.
I've dabbled in fairy tales
I need no castle
and I disavow any man's fence
I can and always will be
my own hero.
No, I dream of the broken man
beneath the armor
returning from battle
bloody and bruised
as I nurse this wounded warrior
back to health.
I give him safety
a place to rest
a place to heal old wounds
without pity
or shame.
I am not his damsel in distress.
I am the enchantress
I am his mage
showing him all that he has
yet to conquer.
We plot and we plan
for the adventures ahead
Some days
riding off into the sunset together
Some days
embarking on adventures alone
But always connected
always rallying
for the other's victory
and celebrating every return
home
where we can remove our armor
and lie naked
basking in the glow and the glory
of the adventures we've seized.
Spent.
Sweaty.
Satisfied.
Every return
a new happily ever after.
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