Passion
Title:: You
Genre:: Drabble
Rating:: R
Notes:: This was a drabble that came to my mind half way through lunch when I was staring at random obscure objects of lusts, and then developed during maths class whilst I sat there and thought about other objects of lust. And then, when I sat down to write it, it some how turned vam. Though it doesnt have to be vam. It could just be a drabble. Whatever.
Passion
You.
I want you.
I want all of you. I want everything you have to give. I want you, in every cliched, overused sense of the word, I want you.
I want to breathe you, I want to taste you, I want to feel you, to hold you, to touch and keep and adore you.
I want to kiss every inch of your gorgeous skin, I want to run my hands through your hair. I want to carry your eyes with me everywhere, gorgeous green eyes, I want to pluck them from your face and keep them in my pocket, hold them like precious jems in my hand, but for the fear of ruining your beauty I'll just stare at them, stare at them until I've lost myself in them.
You drive me crazy, you run around my head at night and all day, all day I see you, your smirk taunts me, your lecherous grin mocks me and I can't forget the shivers that run up my spine when you touch me.
I want you, all of you, every breath you take, I want to make it mine; every step you take, I want to walk behind and worship it, worship you. You are awesome, impressive, worthy of worship and praise - ivory statue of a god, hard and cold, tall, proud, devestatingly beautiful. Your smile breaks hearts and you don't even know it, you don't know that just one kiss of those sinfully red lips could kill, could destroy, could ruin any man that they touched.
I want to kiss those lips, I want to taste them, I want to feel their cinnamon spice on my skin, I want you to ravage me, to make me yours, to take me and to never let me go. I want you to violate me, I want you to love me, I want you to hurt me, I want you however I can get you and for as long as I can have you. I want you to do things to me that the devil couldn't even think of, I want you to taint me with those lips so that God would have to avert his eyes.
I want to watch you every night, I want to be there whilst you take care of yourself, I want to watch when you have your famous, wiley ways with anyone you can get your hands on. I want to feel you close to me, as close as can be, I want to be one with you, I want you to ravage me, violate me in your sensual way, yes, and yes, you are my christ and I do want you. I want you to desecrate and defile, desolate and devour, despoil and dishonour and befoul me whilst I worship you, cherish and praise and honor you, exalt and glory you, your body of consecrated ivory and your lips of blasphemous carmine red.
Yes, I want you. I want you, my body and my soul are on fire for you, you wicked emissary of lust, you gorgeous angel of all that is beautiful and wondrous and marvelous.
I want you more than I can say, I want you to be mine, I want you for my own. I don't want to share.
I want all you can give me, I want your body, I want your love. You're a lascivious, lecherous, lewd and licentous nymphomaniac, an aphrodisiac; you'll give yourself to anyone that asks, but that's not enough, I want it all, I want you, and only you, and nothing else but you.
Let me have you. Let me love you. Let me lavish you with affection and praise, with my love and my adoration. Let me cover you in roses, let me covet you like a priest covets his Lord, like a sculpter covets his sculpture. I want you to let me have my way with you, I want you, I need you, I crave you, I desire and I yearn for you. I long for you.
Let me have you.
Genre:: Drabble
Rating:: R
Notes:: This was a drabble that came to my mind half way through lunch when I was staring at random obscure objects of lusts, and then developed during maths class whilst I sat there and thought about other objects of lust. And then, when I sat down to write it, it some how turned vam. Though it doesnt have to be vam. It could just be a drabble. Whatever.
Passion
You.
I want you.
I want all of you. I want everything you have to give. I want you, in every cliched, overused sense of the word, I want you.
I want to breathe you, I want to taste you, I want to feel you, to hold you, to touch and keep and adore you.
I want to kiss every inch of your gorgeous skin, I want to run my hands through your hair. I want to carry your eyes with me everywhere, gorgeous green eyes, I want to pluck them from your face and keep them in my pocket, hold them like precious jems in my hand, but for the fear of ruining your beauty I'll just stare at them, stare at them until I've lost myself in them.
You drive me crazy, you run around my head at night and all day, all day I see you, your smirk taunts me, your lecherous grin mocks me and I can't forget the shivers that run up my spine when you touch me.
I want you, all of you, every breath you take, I want to make it mine; every step you take, I want to walk behind and worship it, worship you. You are awesome, impressive, worthy of worship and praise - ivory statue of a god, hard and cold, tall, proud, devestatingly beautiful. Your smile breaks hearts and you don't even know it, you don't know that just one kiss of those sinfully red lips could kill, could destroy, could ruin any man that they touched.
I want to kiss those lips, I want to taste them, I want to feel their cinnamon spice on my skin, I want you to ravage me, to make me yours, to take me and to never let me go. I want you to violate me, I want you to love me, I want you to hurt me, I want you however I can get you and for as long as I can have you. I want you to do things to me that the devil couldn't even think of, I want you to taint me with those lips so that God would have to avert his eyes.
I want to watch you every night, I want to be there whilst you take care of yourself, I want to watch when you have your famous, wiley ways with anyone you can get your hands on. I want to feel you close to me, as close as can be, I want to be one with you, I want you to ravage me, violate me in your sensual way, yes, and yes, you are my christ and I do want you. I want you to desecrate and defile, desolate and devour, despoil and dishonour and befoul me whilst I worship you, cherish and praise and honor you, exalt and glory you, your body of consecrated ivory and your lips of blasphemous carmine red.
Yes, I want you. I want you, my body and my soul are on fire for you, you wicked emissary of lust, you gorgeous angel of all that is beautiful and wondrous and marvelous.
I want you more than I can say, I want you to be mine, I want you for my own. I don't want to share.
I want all you can give me, I want your body, I want your love. You're a lascivious, lecherous, lewd and licentous nymphomaniac, an aphrodisiac; you'll give yourself to anyone that asks, but that's not enough, I want it all, I want you, and only you, and nothing else but you.
Let me have you. Let me love you. Let me lavish you with affection and praise, with my love and my adoration. Let me cover you in roses, let me covet you like a priest covets his Lord, like a sculpter covets his sculpture. I want you to let me have my way with you, I want you, I need you, I crave you, I desire and I yearn for you. I long for you.
Let me have you.