Disclaimer: The author of this little PWP borrows the lovely Mr. Potter and the dashing Mr. Snape solely for the purpose of satisfying her smutty needs. Also she does not claim to be blonde and the owner of one hundred million dollar.

A/N: This story was inspired by a video on youtube, which can be found here- http: /www .youtube. com / watch? v= 4hBWI7llNV0 (remove the spaces please). Though it is most definitely not porn-site material, it also is not suitable for the virginal eyes of little children who shiver at the very mention of slash.

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"My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun"- Harry gazed lovingly at the onyx stars that scoured his body with the intensity of twin flames.

"coral is far more red than her lip's red."- Severus traced the outline of the pinkish lips of his lover, often reverently slipping in one or two of his elegant fingers.

"If snow be white, why, then her breasts are dun."- Harry's mouth closed upon a deliciously dusky nipple of the potions' master's pale and sparsely furred chest.

"if hairs be wires"- Severus ran his hands through the awkward and undignified mess of Harry's hair.

"black wires grow on her head"- Harry caught the hands and mischievously brought them down to his nether regions. Well, Severus had not specified which head, had he?

"I have seen roses, damask'd, red and white." –Severus fingered the rosy opening between the smooth globes of flesh that were known as Harry Potter's backside.

"But no such roses see I in her cheeks."- Harry grabbed his lover's thin and deathly white bottom in mimicry of what Severus was doing to his fleshy ones, and made their erections clash in a frenzy of unholy need.

"And in some perfumes is there more delight"- Severus, breathless with the need to be one with harry, breathed in the sandalwood-flavoured air of the room with short, erratic gasps.

"Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks"- Harry took care to avoid the pungent aroma of garlic that was coming out of his lover's mouth, silently chastising himself for letting Severus indulge too much in a particular Transylvanian delicacy. However, Severus looked mildly affronted, so he hurried to add in with a dazzling and besotted smile- "I love to hear her speak."

"Yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound"- Severus demanded retribution by throwing Harry's legs over his bony shoulders and entering Harry with a long and hard thrust, savouring the keening sound of his lover.

"I grant I never saw a goddess go"- Harry labored to string his words together, so vigorous was the exercise and his pleasure so overwhelming.

"My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground."- Severus fought to retain his composure, kissing the inside of Harry's left calf with apparent affection.

"And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare, as any she belied with false compare"- The lovers finished in unison, Severus reaching his completion inside the warmth of Harry's body and Harry painting Severus' chest with the affirmation of their lovemaking."

"That was hot!"- Harry exclaimed as he and the older man collapsed on the bed. Severus chuckled- "Sensual is the word I had in mind, but yes, 'hot' defines it just as well." "Should we use one of the fair friend sonnets next, Severus?" Harry asked innocently.

"Yes, if you wish to invite Draco Malfoy to be the third partner in our dubious relationship. He seemed willing enough last week."

Harry made a face. "Nah, I think I will give it a miss.

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So? What do you think? This was my first smut, btw. SO PLEASE REVIEW!