untitled poem

Jan 06, 2015 02:13

Warning, this is actually a bit from my still in-progress Cherik fic ... it is stream of consciousness, and I thought it would do well to stand alone as a poem.
For now I am only posting this here, not on AO3 and dA, because of the "spoilering" as it were.
So if you don't want to be spoiled for one of the, er, climaxes of the story then don't read. As with the one I just posted, both voices are here, and not necessarily separated into different verses. Also, you know. There's sex in here.

Updated 22/6/2015 with a slight wording change

(from the Cherik fic: mainly written 1/1/2015)

drowning in sea blue eyes
as I sink into your body
as I dive into your mind
your soul
your heart ....

all your strength coiled
held in check,
your passion hot as the sun
but so gentle, too gentle,
you won't break me,
put your back into it,
let loose your strength
your heat
your light ...

thoughts
emotions
dreams
memories
each a little light
you're a city at night,
constellations,
galaxies,
the milky way
spilled across my heart
my mind
my body ....

leave the storm-grey in your eyes
banish it from your soul tonight,
fragile cracked heart
broken open
and I'll fill the fissures with honey, with joy,
let me be your mortar,
you don't need to hold yourself together anymore ...

so strong
so beautiful
hands in your curls
I want to bite your legs
they're so juicy,
hands clinging to your ass
like life itself
so hot so full
so tight so perfect

your pleasure my pleasure
separate but entwined
coiled together climbing
each pulling the other higher
where do I end
where do you begin
does it even matter
oh my god,
don't close your eyes,
look at me,
I want to see you come undone

Together.
As if we were one flesh.
Seared by lightning
and little shocks still linger.
I think I might faint.
Mein Gott.

Soft, tired kisses.
Pull you into the circle of my arms,
heads nestled together,
you fit like you were made
for my embrace,
mein Schatz.
Hold you fast
deep in my mind,
don't surface,
take comfort,
rest in my soul
as I rest in your arms,
my love.

cherik, stream of consciousness, x-men first class, part of a longer work, fanwork

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