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Fingertips, as light as feathers Trace old patterns on cold skin Slowly build up lust and hunger Slowly transfer heat as well Pinch and tickle, stroke and pet Suddenly all's heat and wet Have a nibble, give a lick Lube and stretch and in there quick Blood Come Screams Done Rating: PG A/N: Written for Challenge #64, Poetry, for the Livejournal Jossverse drabble community Open On Sunday. A 100 word poem. It can be read as being in the POV or either Spike or Xander, but don't ask me which one I wrote it for, because it's so ambiguous even I don't know for sure. I lie beside you as you sleep, and wonder if I'll ever be enough to stop those ancient nightmares as they creep amongst the sweeter dreams you often tell me over coffee, eggs and blood. I know we are a most unlikely pair the misfit and the monster but we work ...somehow. It started out as comfort, mutual drunks and shared self pity, but it changed so slow we hardly even noticed ...till we kissed. And then we played avoidance games for weeks and weeks. But now I lie here waiting for the man I love to rise. My love... Rating: NC-17 Dedication: For Kyrieane Head to tail they lie Licking, sucking, swallowing Coming together Rating: PG A/N: Written after I completed Challenge #58, Books, for the Livejournal Jossverse drabble community Open On Sunday. I wrote a series of 6 drabbles that tell a story, and then wrote this because someone read the first drabble and wondered what the ode mentioned therein would say... You can find the drabble sequence here. That precious boy, who holds my dead, unbeating heart in labour-callused hands; That youth, no more a child, who faces death at every dusk but neither shies away nor hides; The man, full-grown, Who still is but a child within his heart, so swift with loving; My mate, blood shared between us both, a bond no one could ever hope to break. My one true love, whose death will make me watch the rising sun with hope in heart; That it might take this demon, if not to heaven, mayhap to a lesser hell where angels visit, That I might see again, that precious boy, the man full-grown, my mate, my love. by William. 'An Ode, To Xander' has won:  The Perfect Nummytreat Poem Award  |