I make no excuse. Original Poem
I swear my neurons are against me. Does inspiration HAVE TO come when I have an exam tomorrow? Evidently. Does inspiration have to come in the form of a poem - a poem about porn? Apparently it does. Somehow I don't think this is what I had in mind when I decided to write more original fic.
TITLE: And I forgive him
RATING: R for shower sex.
WORD COUNT: 330
NOTES: Completely copyrighted to myself.
I look upon the image beside me
As I stride past the cracked glass
Release the elastic that yet maintained
The bravado I wished the world to see.
Little steps now into ceramic tub,
Greasy and stained, brown and yellow,
Beneath my pale and shrunken feet.
Now I turn on a red knob and shiver as
A trickle of water drips down,
To carve a thin wet line between my breasts,
Not unlike those upon my cheeks.
Suddenly light footsteps platter outside,
In the darkness a ray of light -
Pierces the room and he’s here, behind me,
Naked, shivering and silent.
No words as he wraps arm tightly around
My waist. How pale and small it looks!
Even with fingers spread playing tenths
To the life growing within me.
I feel the other hand reach behind us,
And the squeak of machinery,
Then a sudden flood of liquid falling,
Falling, falling, crashing over us.
I gasp at the coldness but he is here,
Enveloping me in his arms.
And it’s warmer now in the strong firmness
Of his embrace, and I forgive him.
Those hands rub lovingly over my body
And his mouth, soft and wet, pressing-
Sucking firmly down the tendons of my neck.
I am sighing, surrendering,
To his touch just as steam and mist begins
To form into will-o’-wisps
And the water is more like larva burning,
Burning its way into my soul.
Then he enters me slowly, carefully,
And I can not think no longer,
Not with the steam permeating my skull.
Only push back, body and mind
Against his never-ending desperation.
Then his fingers move and I gasp
Falling forward, palms stinging as they slap
Onto the ceramic tiles now
White, white as the snow through the soaking strands
Of hair that dangle helplessly
Before my eyes as I watch the whirlpool
Drain suck away all our sins.
Salty liquid gather peripherally
As our fingers entangle
On the cold wet tiles and from his throaty
Whisper of love, adoration-
And I come.
TITLE: And I forgive him
RATING: R for shower sex.
WORD COUNT: 330
NOTES: Completely copyrighted to myself.
I look upon the image beside me
As I stride past the cracked glass
Release the elastic that yet maintained
The bravado I wished the world to see.
Little steps now into ceramic tub,
Greasy and stained, brown and yellow,
Beneath my pale and shrunken feet.
Now I turn on a red knob and shiver as
A trickle of water drips down,
To carve a thin wet line between my breasts,
Not unlike those upon my cheeks.
Suddenly light footsteps platter outside,
In the darkness a ray of light -
Pierces the room and he’s here, behind me,
Naked, shivering and silent.
No words as he wraps arm tightly around
My waist. How pale and small it looks!
Even with fingers spread playing tenths
To the life growing within me.
I feel the other hand reach behind us,
And the squeak of machinery,
Then a sudden flood of liquid falling,
Falling, falling, crashing over us.
I gasp at the coldness but he is here,
Enveloping me in his arms.
And it’s warmer now in the strong firmness
Of his embrace, and I forgive him.
Those hands rub lovingly over my body
And his mouth, soft and wet, pressing-
Sucking firmly down the tendons of my neck.
I am sighing, surrendering,
To his touch just as steam and mist begins
To form into will-o’-wisps
And the water is more like larva burning,
Burning its way into my soul.
Then he enters me slowly, carefully,
And I can not think no longer,
Not with the steam permeating my skull.
Only push back, body and mind
Against his never-ending desperation.
Then his fingers move and I gasp
Falling forward, palms stinging as they slap
Onto the ceramic tiles now
White, white as the snow through the soaking strands
Of hair that dangle helplessly
Before my eyes as I watch the whirlpool
Drain suck away all our sins.
Salty liquid gather peripherally
As our fingers entangle
On the cold wet tiles and from his throaty
Whisper of love, adoration-
And I come.