This is a duo of poems I have wrote to illustrate the "sex scene" I might write later in the "More Than Meets The Eye" timeline. One is from Mozenrath's point of view; the other is from Aladdin's. Now, if you hate slash, gayness or anything of the sort than be gone. Go on, get! This is dedicated to my dedicated reviewers, who have really given me the confidence to write.

Mozenrath's POV

Warm, Hot Hands

Full of humanity
and oh so heartbreaking caution
Ghost with restrained passion
over my skin

You see,
I have culminated
into a mass of porcelain
and scars

He has loved me besides

But I know it shows
in my guttural defenses
and inelegant falls
from grace

So he has assented to heal
in the most base,
pure way
Laying me down
and unwrapping me
from the wraps of security devices
tight about me

And so I sit
shake and remember to breath
as I am revealed
trembling
and rose-tinted with humility

But I don't want him to be gentle
I need to be slammed into reality
ravaged by the truth
jerked and tossed around
by his flashing,
warm brown eyes
Yelling
and soothing

Warm,
Hot Hands
Climb up my shirt.

Aladdin's POV

Hush.
(Blow out the candle)
For now is the time for tenderness
And words.

An arm's length
from my compassion
you sit
apprehensive
skittish
and afraid of the downpour of blows
you have come to expect
accept

You are hardened
by the jagged-edge scars
your cards have dealt you
so stunned
by how unfair everything
you don't which right is your left
or which left is right.
Flirting with the oh so talkative shadows
that have become your companions

You are no longer beautiful
For now you are lovely
pale
fragile bone-work
wilting curls
a dying,
stale air glow
sweeping in-eloquent
across your face

You are like some great bird of prey
wings hunched into yourself
chunnering on about humanity and judgment

But I am no fool
and have weathered greater storms
than you, my dear
I will not leave tonight
until everyone of your battle wounds
is soothed away to virginity

I will not leave tonight
until you glow with pride
about your own empty shell
and the pink skirts across your cheeks
And you finally let go.

I will leave you raw
and gasping
I will leave you full
and loved

So hush now,
my dove
my porcelain doll
my graceless one
And let me work.