This was inspired by the books Song of Songs. I wanted to do a romantic one about Longshot and Smellerbee.
Smellerbee is in the italics.
Highly sexual themes - but in a Song of Songs type way...
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My love is a tower
Silent and strong
His arms are a haven
for me to belong.
My love is a warrior
Undeterred by all men
She'll take them down
and me she'll defend.
My love has lips
That taste sometimes of straw
Or the tip of his arrows
That's he's so quick to draw.
The girl is nimble
Her fingers like knives
That cut through my clothes
Set my body on fire.
The fact that she's tender
Beneath drawn out eyes
She's the only thing constant
I need in my life
My love is inviting
With a hardened jaw
So set in his ways,
Yet aching for more.
I take him like a gift
To be unwrapped
Solid, secure
And emotionally intact.
So slender, some think
That she could break with a snap
But she holds me down
Her arm pressing my back.
Her curves are so slight
Thighs barely a bump
But responds to my touch
Creating tiny goosebumps.
He thinks I'm special,
But I don't know why
Holding me through the hard times
With tears in our eyes...
And stroking me like there's nothing else he desires
I have no reason to doubt
But want to believe he's a liar.
His body is soft,
Almost spongy in spots
Rigid where it matters
And tasting of salt.
I drink from his kisses
The lust flowing like wine
Comforted and warmed
By the fact he is mine.
She applies pressure
in all the right places,
Bringing me closer
Letting her taste me.
Her hair like a mane
Bristling like around
A static-filled domain.
I'm careful and thorough
to not hurt her at all,
I've promised my leader,
To not let her fall.
Though she hates when I'm gentle
Tugs at my hands
And I find it difficult
Not to appease her demands.
I don't want to take lightly
the strength of our love
I want it pulsing inside me
Hot like streaming light from above.
She could never really hurt me
Even if she had tried
But she's carried away
When feeling me inside.
My love, he holds me
And I know I could melt
His fingers long and smooth
Delicate flutters to be felt.
Protecting each other
Even when we're alone
Mingled breath making us aware
Each other is our home.
And finally our climax
Much less to us than the touch
The need of each other
Desire quenched, stills our love.
And we lay together
Moon highlighting our faces
Perhaps in the morning
We'll revisit the same familiar places.
Sleeping together
Orphaned, not alone
He is my campanion...
My lover...
My home