Title: The Callipygian
Genre:
Poetry, Humour
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Not fluffy, just amusing.
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own the characters, just the happenstance that brought them together.
1. A Chance Encounter (or The Bottom of the Gutter)
Lounging in Café
Quatre,
Along the river Rhine,
Sipping my sapid coffee,
A quiver ran down my
spine-
Such sweet liquid toffee.
At a table alone I sat-
My back faced the fading
sun,
And the wind had a dance
With my wild auburn hair.
Suddenly, I, by chance,
Spotted a delicious pair
Of black denim-wrapped
buns.
Rump roast, flanks of
steel;
His derriere could melt
ice.
My dirty, lusty mind
Undressed him and found
nice
Supple legs supporting
that behind.
Oh what I would give for a
feel!
Visions of sweaty bodies
entwined,
Of racy romance novel
scenes-
Of true love held for
ransom,
Of the man of my dreams;
(Tall, dark, and handsome)
Ran in and around my mind.
His black pants and silk
shirt
Captured the sun's
light.
Of all my twenty-one years
I had never seen such a
sight;
I had never had such
dessert.
And yet, as I indulged
In this chocolate fantasy,
I wondered if I knew this
man.
There was a familiarity,
(His hair, the way he
stands)
Of which I couldn't
divulge.
Fate I couldn't escape:
When the man turned
around,
My expectations turned to
dust;
To my horror I found
The object of my lust
Was Professor Severus
Snape.
Author's Notes:
1. This is part one of three. The whole piece is completed, but the other sections are under revision.
2. A Callipygian, if you haven't guessed, is a person who possesses an exceptional rear end.
3. Please give a round of applause for my outstanding beta, PinkLady.