Innocence
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"Utena-sama...?"
Petite, dark hands cup mine in the darkness. Even though I cannot see her eyes, I know she is staring at the pale outline of my figure next to hers.
Innocence is a thing that can be so easily tossed aside.
Touching your hands, feeling your lips. And I forget the naivety of a virgin's curiosity. I forget the values I thought I held, knowing only the warmth of crevices I'd never dreamed to explore.
Innocence is a thing anyone can fake.
You pretend to be surprised at the way my brow sweats. The way my body arches to meet yours. The way pleasure burns so fierce inside of me. Or maybe you really are surprised. Touching my hands, feeling my lips. You forget that this is something you have performed a hundred times before.
"Himemiya, I..."
I want to apologize afterwards, but it is then that I don't know why I should. For being the only one to show her the heights of pleasure in a respectful, vulnerable way? For exploring the length of her delicate body each night? Or for sheltering her from the cruel world that only wants to convince her that she is a detestable witch?
Innocence means nothing.
It means nothing when you're touching someone's hands, or feeling someone's lips. It becomes insignificant the moment our lips join to wash away the horrors our alternate reality has faced us with. I've kissed you so many times before; it would feel like a habit if it weren't for the ungodly attraction you've caught me by the throat with.
Even if I am another one of your pawns. I don't care at all.
Envelop me in your sweet chocolate embrace so that I may forget what comes tomorrow.
Awaken me in the middle of the night for another taste. Innocence is the way we make love. You tremble beneath me. I drink your chocolate syrup juices, trying to satisfy an unquenchable thirst. Fingertips rake across my back until a release throbs through your body. A release, you say, that only I can give you.
By me, of all people...
Innocence when I look into your viridian sorrow. Eyes that mask the guilt of a million tomorrows. Nothing could extinguish the crimson haze your passionate lips flush across my body. I find myself, absently, pleading that you trek across my exposal just once more.
You, of all people...
It was childish innocence, when I swore I would protect you forever. And I can't help but smile, as I watch the exhausted heap your body has become after the night's ventures have ceased. I bet to myself, no one else has seen you smile the way you are now.
A new innocence has been born tonight.
Innocence.
Innocence means nothing.
*~*~*
"Utena-sama...?"
Petite, dark hands cup mine in the darkness. Even though I cannot see her eyes, I know she is staring at the pale outline of my figure next to hers.
Innocence is a thing that can be so easily tossed aside.
Touching your hands, feeling your lips. And I forget the naivety of a virgin's curiosity. I forget the values I thought I held, knowing only the warmth of crevices I'd never dreamed to explore.
Innocence is a thing anyone can fake.
You pretend to be surprised at the way my brow sweats. The way my body arches to meet yours. The way pleasure burns so fierce inside of me. Or maybe you really are surprised. Touching my hands, feeling my lips. You forget that this is something you have performed a hundred times before.
"Himemiya, I..."
I want to apologize afterwards, but it is then that I don't know why I should. For being the only one to show her the heights of pleasure in a respectful, vulnerable way? For exploring the length of her delicate body each night? Or for sheltering her from the cruel world that only wants to convince her that she is a detestable witch?
Innocence means nothing.
It means nothing when you're touching someone's hands, or feeling someone's lips. It becomes insignificant the moment our lips join to wash away the horrors our alternate reality has faced us with. I've kissed you so many times before; it would feel like a habit if it weren't for the ungodly attraction you've caught me by the throat with.
Even if I am another one of your pawns. I don't care at all.
Envelop me in your sweet chocolate embrace so that I may forget what comes tomorrow.
Awaken me in the middle of the night for another taste. Innocence is the way we make love. You tremble beneath me. I drink your chocolate syrup juices, trying to satisfy an unquenchable thirst. Fingertips rake across my back until a release throbs through your body. A release, you say, that only I can give you.
By me, of all people...
Innocence when I look into your viridian sorrow. Eyes that mask the guilt of a million tomorrows. Nothing could extinguish the crimson haze your passionate lips flush across my body. I find myself, absently, pleading that you trek across my exposal just once more.
You, of all people...
It was childish innocence, when I swore I would protect you forever. And I can't help but smile, as I watch the exhausted heap your body has become after the night's ventures have ceased. I bet to myself, no one else has seen you smile the way you are now.
A new innocence has been born tonight.
Innocence.
Innocence means nothing.
