It's the way
A/N: I will not pretend this is real poetry but as I don't find any other term, I'll say that this is a little « poem » I started to write some time ago.
It was just a way to describe what Brian might have felt for Justin and their situation during season 1.
Like always I warn you about the language. English is not my first language and as I lived in both England and the US I caught different pronunciations and tend to mix them a bit so please forgive me if the rhymes are a bit off.
It's the way you hear what I say and do not say
The way we intertwine our fingers when we fuck, when we play
It's the way you make me fucking horny
The way you dance: close, rubbing, bouncing around, happy
It's the way you moan, the way you scream
The way you make me eat the ice cream
It's the way you make the others look like a pale copy
The way you could have any guy but want me
It's the way you draw me at night
The way you hide out of my sight
It's the way I find your sketchpad in the morning
And the way I look like on the fucking good drawing
It's the way my friends adopt you like a stray puppy
The way they accept you
The way they love you
Way more than they love me
It's the way we fuck, suck, rim, kiss
And the way you glow in a fucking bliss
It's the way you get chills when I touch you
And the way I ram into you
It's the way you sneeze and scrunch your nose
The way your mum still buys your clothes
It's the way sometimes I look at you
The way I don't give a shit and do
It's the way you look at me
The way you make me wanna flee
It's the way you look so fine
And the way your body fit under mine
It's the way your skin is soft like a baby
It's the way you blow me
It's the way we tease, the way we freeze,
The way we dance, the way you please
It's the way you discover the backroom, with wide eyes and open mouth
And the way you go south
It's the way you still keep this innocent face
And the way you seem out of place
It's the way you stay at my side
The way our lips, hands, limbs collide and slide
And the way you provide a warm inside
It's the way your blond hair catch the light
And the way we don't leave each other's sight
It's the way you use your bedroom voice to get something from me
It's the way I brush you off and the way I still agree
It's the way your white knuckles clutch the sheet
The way they did in that stupid suite
It's the way you laugh at my jokes
The way you always steal my smokes
It's the way you get easily hurt but stick around
And the way you hold your ground
It's the way you eat like a pig and don't care
And the way you accept any dare here and there
It's the way you shudder when I whisper in your ear
The way you nurse your beer, down your shoots and can't think clear
It's the way I run my fingers in your hair
The way you look up, the way you stare
It's the way you clench you teeth, dug your nails and scratch my back
The way you plead, spur and never cut me some slack
It's the way you're a kid, the way you're a man
The way you fit in any time span
It's the way you take off that white robe
The way you lick and probe
It's the way you laugh, the way you cry
The way unshed tears never leave your eye
It's the way you astonish me by your genuine concern
The way you make me burn and yearn
It's the way I mentor you
The way you chose what to apply, what to listen to
It's the way you throw my own words to my face
The way you keep up the pace
It's the way you have a hundred different smile(s )
And the way I know them all
The way out of my memory they'll crawl
And the way it might take a while
It's the way you talk when we're in bed and the way I listen
And the way we do that when our skin still glisten
It's the way your eyes sparkle when I say something nice
And the way you forget it'll always come with a price
It's the way the blue lights reflect on your skin
The way you sport that stupid grin
It's the way I give you goose bumps anytime of the day
The way I drive you to school even if it's not on my way
It's the way your tongue rolls, the way your spit dries
It's the way your sigh on my lips dies
It's the way your nipple ring makes my finger itch to tug
And the way your taste is like a drug
It's the way we're glued by our sweat
The way our skin rise and break
The way our bodies still ache and shake
And it's the way we still lie wet
It's the way we push, the way we pull
And the way you like to feel full
It's the way my arm fit around your shoulder
The way I'll always be much older
It's the way you care when you shouldn't
The way it pissed me off and the way it doesn't
It's the way there is your pillow, your side, your brush
The way it's easy for our mouths and lips to crush
And it's the way I'll make you flush
The way you'll glow, hide and blush
It's the way your ass bounces when you walk
The way I nuzzle your neck to shut you up
The way you continue to talk
And the way your cheek I'll cup
It's the way you fit in my embrace
The way your hair tickles my nose
The way our moves are full of grace
It's the way I hate to enjoy those
It's the way you look, the way you smell: fresh, sweet and enticing
It's the way you beg for more, the way I'm obliging
It's the way on your body the water is gliding
The way drops are forming
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It's the way my bed is now always warm
The way I envy your conviction
The way you watch over my son
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It's the way I'm lost
The way I pretend
The way I hope it will end
It's the way we
