Disclaimer: Rogue belongs to Marvel. The anonymous character is my own creation.
Rogue Hunger
Beside me sprawled a lean, peach man
Like raw chicken on a sugared frying pan.
Yellow rays slapped him till his skin dried crisp
And salt peppered him in licks and wisps.
Near bare beneath his same brash rays,
I watched, enamored, just a few feet away.
He buttered-up and roasted all the day.
I pined for just a prick of that same way.
I'd bathed upon the beach as long as he
But only eyes could show the sand upon my skin.
I hadn't browned or burned as red as he
For I'm immune to notions of the skin.
I flexed and stretched beneath my numbness.
He cringed and strained beneath his stiffness.
I threw him scorn, a fervid frown. He didn't catch.
Perhaps, the same if I dared relish electric touch.
His eyes did more than glance at my approach.
They licked my calves, my thighs, my breasts, my throat.
I pressed my palm, my will released, to him exposed.
With lust upon his lips, he grinned, so smug, to gloat.
I traced around his broiled flesh, my pads an inch above.
I itched for it, though craven, for rush was soon to come.
He beckoned me with throbbing pulse and weighted breath.
And tingles shocked my limbs! How dared I tread!
Oh, to feel the burn upon my skin.
Oh, to squeeze his sugared skin.
Oh, to sip the sweets that taste of him.
Oh, to be so quaint, like him.
~2/28/99, RMKS (aka Randirogue)