This was written for my friend, Marina, who wanted to use it as a monologue in Theatre. ^^ Think I went too far with it...
I don't own DNAngel. :P
Become to me...as I've become to you.
In this dark room, I await your touch, your voice, your presence. What I have called you here for, you should know. It is this that has driven me over the edge, what I've wanted for so long, what I've needed. And I can't ignore it.
Desire me...as I desire you.
I take in a breath, feeling the winds shift, your appearance. It is then, for the first time, that I have ever laid eyes on your naked body (I can't believe you hide that), long strands of loose hair spilling over your shoulders, your usual ornament still affixed. Even in the darkness of the night, I can make out your smile.
Touch me...as I would touch you.
I lay on the soft bed, the cotton sheets pushed aside. Closing my eyes, I await whatever you want done to me. I feel your body next to mine, your expression a mystery still. And yet, I open my eyes once more, running the tip of my tongue on the hollow base of your neck, the sweet scent of lust overflowing.
Don't make me wait...
Before me is pure heaven, pure hell, balanced delicately, spun together into a strange sort of figure that is you. Your ice-blue eyes meet my own, in each, a wanting, a desire...Krad, we desire the same, don't we?
I touch those golden locks of hair, the crucifix attached still. I breathe out, the silk strands falling onto my naked body. You are what I have lusted for, have needed and wanted for as long as I can remember. On this polarity, we stand, the pinnacle of everything that was, is, and will be.
And I fall...into sin once again.
You touch me, roughly (it's what you prefer), and I wait for what may come. I want you to fuck me, feel you inside me, and want me for all I have. You want to see my pain, and it is what I'll give to you.
...this is not love, this is lust...
Another kiss, the quest for dominance in such an unusual place (or is it?). It is in this that I want to feel you as well, to touch you as you touch me, to know what you want and to give it to you. I smile, I know you can see it...
Touch, stroke, cut, lick, suck...
Lust.
Do you remember when we met, how this all began? You hated me, I hated you, it was normal. Now, in this room (whose was it? Daisuke's? Or that boy?), everything is banished to the far corners of our minds, locked away.
Touch.........feel.
I can't say I didn't love you, but that was all destroyed. By what, I'd rather not say, only that it is now that I need you. It's almost an irony, the way I want you after I thought I never would want to.
Fuck me.
And you do so, with such force and elegance, murderous grace.
Touch...kiss...feel...
Is this love...
...or is this lust?
And I feel you.
Owari
I don't own DNAngel. :P
Become to me...as I've become to you.
In this dark room, I await your touch, your voice, your presence. What I have called you here for, you should know. It is this that has driven me over the edge, what I've wanted for so long, what I've needed. And I can't ignore it.
Desire me...as I desire you.
I take in a breath, feeling the winds shift, your appearance. It is then, for the first time, that I have ever laid eyes on your naked body (I can't believe you hide that), long strands of loose hair spilling over your shoulders, your usual ornament still affixed. Even in the darkness of the night, I can make out your smile.
Touch me...as I would touch you.
I lay on the soft bed, the cotton sheets pushed aside. Closing my eyes, I await whatever you want done to me. I feel your body next to mine, your expression a mystery still. And yet, I open my eyes once more, running the tip of my tongue on the hollow base of your neck, the sweet scent of lust overflowing.
Don't make me wait...
Before me is pure heaven, pure hell, balanced delicately, spun together into a strange sort of figure that is you. Your ice-blue eyes meet my own, in each, a wanting, a desire...Krad, we desire the same, don't we?
I touch those golden locks of hair, the crucifix attached still. I breathe out, the silk strands falling onto my naked body. You are what I have lusted for, have needed and wanted for as long as I can remember. On this polarity, we stand, the pinnacle of everything that was, is, and will be.
And I fall...into sin once again.
You touch me, roughly (it's what you prefer), and I wait for what may come. I want you to fuck me, feel you inside me, and want me for all I have. You want to see my pain, and it is what I'll give to you.
...this is not love, this is lust...
Another kiss, the quest for dominance in such an unusual place (or is it?). It is in this that I want to feel you as well, to touch you as you touch me, to know what you want and to give it to you. I smile, I know you can see it...
Touch, stroke, cut, lick, suck...
Lust.
Do you remember when we met, how this all began? You hated me, I hated you, it was normal. Now, in this room (whose was it? Daisuke's? Or that boy?), everything is banished to the far corners of our minds, locked away.
Touch.........feel.
I can't say I didn't love you, but that was all destroyed. By what, I'd rather not say, only that it is now that I need you. It's almost an irony, the way I want you after I thought I never would want to.
Fuck me.
And you do so, with such force and elegance, murderous grace.
Touch...kiss...feel...
Is this love...
...or is this lust?
And I feel you.
Owari