The Words We Ache To Say -- Volume X
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,456
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Perfect Guy
Warnings:
This first poem should probably only be rated PG. o.O *lol* I promise the others are the real deal. But I had to start the madness somewhere. Beware.
Copyright Info:
This poem is an original, born of my own insanity and teen-age tension. That\'s right, there is a whole series of poetry that started with this one innocent poem. To think, these words caused a certain someone\'s pulse to quicken. * winkwink * Considering this was the most \"risqué\" thing that I had ever written, you\'d understand if you were there.
Though the poems after this were made to \"quell the urges\" as well as to shock a private collection of fans, this hint of what was to come is what sparked the fire.
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For Masquerade Dragon ^_~
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The words we ache to say . . .
. . . become the words we long to hear.
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The Perfect Guy
An original poem by Duo no Tsuin
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He wouldn’t have to be a male model
Or Mr. Universe
But a kindness about his face
Would be extremely pleasing to the eyes.
His eyes would have
A captivating effect on mine
And would send words
Through my eyes into my heart
And could hold mine for minutThatThat would seem like hours,
Hours that would be days,
And days that would be lifetimes.
His hair would be shining
And sending a message to me saying,
"I need to be touched."
I would hold him close
With his head on my chest
And gently stroke the short locks.
And when wet would drip
Enticing me to join him in a shower.
His skin would say thme tme things
Over and over.
"Touch me" or "Let me touch you."
It would cover his muscles
That simply ache to be touched
By the gentle caress of my fingertips.
And cover his arms
That want only to hold me tight.
His fingertips would wind themselves
In my shining, silky, curling hair
And slip behind my neck,
As well as other places too tempting
For the mind to imagine.
Or perhaps just to be known
And experienced
By us and us alone.
His voice would shower
Sweetness against my cheek
And when spoken iivativate tones
It would caress my ears
And make my heart leap.
When I would be sad
He’d say what I needed
To hear and feel.
He would be kind and gentle
Never hurting me.
He’d do things
Because he loves me.
We’d be best friends
Telling every secret,
Sharing every moment,
And just loving each other.
He would want to indulge our ears
By playing music we both find beautiful.
We would just sit and listen
Wrapped in each others arms,
And even experience some of our own beauty
By kissing, holding, and loving.
Just to surprise him I might nibble on his ear
And I’d experience some surprise in repercussion.
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What sparked the fire.
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*chuckles * I\'m such a tease!! (Yeah, I know it sucks but it was my first poem that even hinted that an unawakened fire burned within me) Well, Masquerade Dragon, hope you liked finding out how this all started. If it weren\'t for you . . . then VolumeX would never have resurfaced. ;) As always send all questions, comments, reviews, rants, and flames to duo_no_tsuin@yahoo.com
Or . . . just leave me a review. ^_^