Wedding Night of Edward and Bella (Poem)
Silk whispers and hits the floor
the sound of Clair de lune and a smell sweeter then de'ore
gold meets brown
cold meets warm
burning in the back of one's throat
and nothin but exhaling roughly in another
rock hard and silky smooth meets pillow soft
Stars behind eyes
A tight grip against wood
feathers fly and control is put in check
eyes look up in amazement
eyes look down with an agonizing look
but then turns into peace
An embrace and a long breath later
"I Love You Mrs. Cullen"
"I Love You Mr. Cullen"
One's eyes flutter close and a deep sleep comes
while the other stays up do to its nature pondering what exactly what was done.