Riverdrop
Another romantic poem. Well, this time I was in my Geography class when I came up with this. Enjoy! ^_^
Once again, Link came home in a rage. Instead of throwing everything, he sat down in his chair. He recalled seeing Malon T THE hYRULE mARKET. He said hi and tried to start a conversation with Malon but she pretended not to see him. She finally told him that she doesn't see him the same anymore. Link, a very proud man, refused to let this get to him. He picked up a pen and paper and, yet again, wrote a poem.
Anguish Of Love
Here we are again at arms length,
Never feeling each other never holding each other,
Yet I can dream,
Dream of being alone in a room,
Of you bringing me inside your bubble of passion,
Where your protection is uplifted over your head,
And down your legs,
You are exposed to me in your most beautiful form,
Between a child and now turning adult,
I slowly rub you hearing moans of pleasure,
Slowly placing my hands on your fruits of labor,
Feeling the tower of love I uncovered my human form,
I see the gaze upon your face of lust,
Sensing your sense of longing I move you slowly down to the bed,
I feel myself slowly touching your hidden cavern,
Probing it with my witty boulder,
I feel her sense of longing grow into a tense fury,
You begin to ask and plea for my best,
I comply to your pleas not wanting to hear another word,
Pushing on until I hear your cries louder than any Keese,
After finally releasing my love into you I stop,
I look at your beautiful eyes that glimmered in the moonlight,
I smiled and slid you into my arms where darkness took upon us.
Link stopped writing looking at his room. He knew these fantasies would never come true but he could always hope. He got up, picked up the poem and went to find Saria.
Another romantic poem. Well, this time I was in my Geography class when I came up with this. Enjoy! ^_^
Once again, Link came home in a rage. Instead of throwing everything, he sat down in his chair. He recalled seeing Malon T THE hYRULE mARKET. He said hi and tried to start a conversation with Malon but she pretended not to see him. She finally told him that she doesn't see him the same anymore. Link, a very proud man, refused to let this get to him. He picked up a pen and paper and, yet again, wrote a poem.
Anguish Of Love
Here we are again at arms length,
Never feeling each other never holding each other,
Yet I can dream,
Dream of being alone in a room,
Of you bringing me inside your bubble of passion,
Where your protection is uplifted over your head,
And down your legs,
You are exposed to me in your most beautiful form,
Between a child and now turning adult,
I slowly rub you hearing moans of pleasure,
Slowly placing my hands on your fruits of labor,
Feeling the tower of love I uncovered my human form,
I see the gaze upon your face of lust,
Sensing your sense of longing I move you slowly down to the bed,
I feel myself slowly touching your hidden cavern,
Probing it with my witty boulder,
I feel her sense of longing grow into a tense fury,
You begin to ask and plea for my best,
I comply to your pleas not wanting to hear another word,
Pushing on until I hear your cries louder than any Keese,
After finally releasing my love into you I stop,
I look at your beautiful eyes that glimmered in the moonlight,
I smiled and slid you into my arms where darkness took upon us.
Link stopped writing looking at his room. He knew these fantasies would never come true but he could always hope. He got up, picked up the poem and went to find Saria.