Because it's Saturday night and the site is kind of dead this is the perfect time for me to post something like this and if you read it great and if you don't I'm not bothered. I'm not a poet and I'm aware of that, and yet this is what appeared with the title of this song, and then the site through a conniption about formatting it.

And since I haven't said anything about this in a while: really, if I was an owner or involved with the creation of Castle in anyway would I be posting this kind of stuff? Yeah you think long and hard about that and get back to me. On with my attempt at poetry.


Sweet Dreams – Beyonce

Skin against skin.

Breath against breath.

Fingers against skin.

Lips against lips.

Teeth against skin.

Lips against scars.

Skin against skin.

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Whispered words.

Whispered promises.

Whispered declarations.

Whispered confessions.

Whispered needs.

Whispered words.

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Touches branding.

Pinpricks of fingertips.

Scrape of nails.

Full hand prints grabbing.

Fingers tangling.

Touches branding.

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Lovers.

Writer and muse.

Detective and partner.

Woman and man.

Man and woman.

Optimist and realist.

Soul mates.

Lovers.

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Muse against writer.

Careful against adventurous.

Light against solid.

Damaged against healed.

Angles against curves.

Sharp edges against smooth contours.

Inspiration against creator.

Muse against writer.

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Each others perfect.

Her one and done.

His charm.

Each others perfect.


Alright if you read this and feel like letting me know how you think about it great if not I'll see you in a bit with a more traditional Fleeting Fiction and I have to say I love some of the ones that are coming up.

Babyrose