Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with Supernatural. Damn it, I will win the lottery, and buy the show. Things it means I'll have to buy a ticket, darn.
Warning: Incest implied no sex though.
Summary: Poem about Wincest. I'm a sick puppy. Don't read it if you hate Wincest, You have been warned.
All ladyhumps fault, she writes so much Wincest, so this is for her. Lucifer just called to say the special place in hell for wincest lovers is ready. It says it's nice and comfy and really hot. Our punishment will be to read wincest forever, and they say the Devil's a bad guy. Lol. Okay I'll shut up now. : ). Reviews will be cool, nasty or nice, just don't hurt me. : ( On with the poem.
Sinful.
I lay on the bed,
Watching you look at me,
Desire burning bright,
In your deep, dark eyes,
I know it's sinfully wrong,
But I could never deny you,
Anything in my power to give,
My mind can scream the bible,
But my body and heart,
Override all objections,
Watching you now,
I can tell fully,
That nothing like that,
Is crossing your powerful mind,
But I'm older and it's so wrong,
Then all thoughts leave me,
As your finger touches my lips,
As if to silence the screams,
That deafens me inside,
So I close my hazel eyes,
And let you have control,
Just never leave me again,
And I'll be yours for ever more.