A/N: This is a narrative poem about a repressed and painful love, Ron and Hermione get it on!
Umbrellas
As we come together
Soft and light
I fantasize about a different time
A different night
The eyes I stare into
Are not those of my mind
The body against mine
Is the wrong kind
For hair long and wild
Is not in my hands
So small like a child
When I need a man
She coos and moans
In a voice high and shrill
The violent tones
Of my heart, kill
For I need a low and rumbling voice
Something so beautiful
It blocks out the noise
Beneath me lies a poison flower
When I want to be buried
Beneath a strong power
As her moans stop
My short pleasure is ended
As I lie on top
My body suspended
"Ronald," she mutters in tones of love
But what I hear
Are words from above
On top of my body I imagine a weight
The words of a lover
Had I not been too late
I bite my own lip
My own blood, I taste
To banish the drip
Of his name in a desperate haste
"Harry" I whisper, but she does not hear
She's lost in a love
That I simply fear
I lie alone,
Though in her arms
As she drifts off to sleep in my own hands I moan
Tears of fulfillment and tears of pain
Slip from my eyes
In a small train
I fall apart
As we come together
I only start
In a different weather
Will I ever peak
Beneath that repressive umbrella?
A/N: Is my body too bootylicious for you?