Miami Heat
It's a poem by, me! Yayz. Anyway I know I should be working on my many other stories, but it's hard to pick things up after a month long stay in the hospital. And I hate to say it, but I'm lazy. So here's an Eric/Ryan poem for you.
Warning: slash burning of sweater vests.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Bright blues, vibrant greens
Pretty colors, no sleeves.
A vest, wanted by none,
Especially in the Miami Heat.
So why then, does he continue to wear them?
Unnoticed, he is watched,
By one who wishes he could,
Burn the ugly vest off his body.
Yet, the sweater has meaning.
Today he will sweat more, and possibly;
Shower later.
So engrossed is he in, in thoughts of his love's naked body,
That he does not notice his love sneak by him,
until he enters the locker room, and hopefully the showers.
The ugly vest cast aside, forgotten, for now, his lover pulls him into a kiss,
And they make their own,
Miami Heat.
And that is it. It took me less then an hour to write this up, and if it was crappy, deal with it, I don't care.