Ok. Something new, something old. Watched the 6th movie again and got this in my mind at 4am from sleeping. I told you guys my dreams are telling me to write, lol. Here's another Snape/Hermonine FF.

I do not own anything related with Harry Potter; all ownership is to J.K Rolling. Snape and Hermione are her characters, I just write the emotions.

This is somewhat of a love/lust poem to Snape as Hermione recaps of her emotions through senses.


Hear:

The whistling breaths in my ear when you whisper.

Your voice, giving speeches of order and lust.

The shaking breaths when you're eager to get close.

The rustling of your cloak as you hand invades my space.

The clink of glass as we hit the shelves in shock of embrace.

The moan of my name as you yearn to feel me against you; my aphrodisiac

The gasp of fidelity as you claim me as yours.

The tender plush of your voice; kissing every syllable that flows from your pale lips

The deafened ears want to hear your cries; please indulge me.

Taste:

The saliva on my lips when we break.

The lasting seed as it spills within me.

The sweet mint of your skin as you rub against me.

The drop of sacred nectar as you kiss my neck; how invigorating.

The sour of your bite, tinged with pressure and inclination.

The potions of luck, love, and potential

This sickly appetite cannot be subdued with such nutrients from life.

Smell:

The rosemary and dragon's blood from the vials above.

The aroma of spearmint and clove; your own distinct signature.

The ink and parchment as we lay across your desk, exhausted from passion.

Blood as it flows through pores from ravishing our extremities; my neck, your back.

The creaking of wood as your weight gives back and forth; faster and faster.

The lingering lust that still perfumes the potions cabinet, and your quarters.

My addiction, professor is nothing that can be controlled.

Sight:

Your motionless glide as you enter your chamber

The sleek gestures as you talk from you post; your throne

The envy of others when you wonder the thought of your goals

The temptation as you watch me; like a panther in the night

The pain of loss as you close your eyes when no one watches

Your poise; tall and concealed, never to tell anyone your thoughts.

The power over me as it encumbers my mind with clouds of lewdness

Your hair, slick with sweat from our adventures.

Your eyes; glazed with infatuation and anxiety.

If blindness alludes me from you, I would rather die than never see your ghost-like complexion.

Feel:

The scars of torment and discomfort from the past

The sacrifices of others as you watched in defenseless eyes

The heat when you come close to me; almost touching

The bulge within closed robes as it years to be touched

The beating of your heart; excited and tempted.

The gentleness of your head as it lays across my breast

The gravity of your presence; oh how I yearn for you!

Your fingers, long and stained, caress my body with such precision.

Please touch me again, for I am lost without your guidance.

I wait for thee, Severus...when shall I finally see the real you?