I'm not much good at poetry, but I thought I'd try. Slash, I guess, but not graphic in the least. What do ya think?

~Skittles

What's Wrong?

Couldn't have done it without you

Couldn't have gone one more day

Without your comforting touch

And those soothing words you say

They didn't say it was wrong

Nor did they say it was right

You know we're not normal

But you brighten up my night

Your hands, like life, warm

And I can feel you next to me

I know this is what it's about

Why can't they just let us be?

What we have is real, I know

And I know you feel it as well

I know every curve of your face

I know everything you'll ever tell

If my blonde hair falls into your eyes

And our glasses lay broken and slain

I know it the end it'll be just fine

Because it's beginning, that cleansing rain

You and me are just growing up

Waiting as each of us survives

And everyday we'll continue working

And you know, we're living fine lives

We're free to go where we want

And there's lots of laughs and smiles

But there's also days like today

When it feels I've walked too many miles

Though I feel like I've lived enough

In truth, I'm still just a kid

I was lost in this wide old world

Until you found me like you did.

You're my strength, you know

As each day runs it s course

I can still see you brightly smiling

As I fight off all of my wars

I'd love to just live in happiness

Me and my curly haired man

And no one knows better than you

You are my promised land

I'll roam forever in the country

Of your lithe and warm self

And I'll always want more

It seems I can't put it on a shelf

You're with me every single day

Sweating right along with everyone

But we share a bond, you and I

And if you're here, there's no harm done

I struggled for so long you know,

With these strange feelings I had

I told myself I was wrong

I was going to Hell, I was so bad.

But how could I resist you

I was being tenderly caressed

The truth is more powerful, it seems

With your touch, I feel so blessed

How could something that feels so good

Ever lead to something so sinful?

Who said it was a sin anyway?

Why is it wrong to feel so blissful?

I was taught to be right and God-fearing

But they have never felt it like this

The way I feel it with you

I shudder underneath your kiss

Now that I've rambled forever

And you've listened, like always

Here's everything that's wrong

I'll love you for all my days.

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So was it as bad as I feared? Perhaps I should stick to prose? What do you think?