Desire
By CherryLi_chan
Chapter two:
Disclaimer: no. I don't own anbody. i don't even think I own myself..er..yeah.
(A/N: well, if you're reading this chapter, it means one or both of two good things: 1.) you like my story, or 2.) you like incestuous homosexual hentai. In which case I say. BONZAI! Your crazy. Ok read now. Oh I guess your wondering where that hentai stuff is. But its not coming up. But its still inferred that he's talking about that special boy. ^_^)
I can't help saying that I have fallen in love with him
I have been noticing that I keep missing him. Thinking about how soft, and hauntingly beautiful he really is. His features so masculine and intimidating, yet feminine and honest.
He's plagued my dreams for a long time now. I find myself reaching for the hem of my pants before I realize what I'm doing. That I'm hard just thinking about his domineering nature.
How can one man hold such a tight grasp on my heart. Every time I breathe him in, its almost like I choke for the scent once again before I suffocate. Other air is impure, polluted and dirty.
I wait for the moment when we could meet and share our precious moments together.
I hate myself and this revolting need that I have. I'm so weak that I can't even placate this vicious desire in my heart and soul. I feel that I will die.
I breathe it, sleep it, need it, desire it.
I shiver at that thought.
We have a conscious control over each other. As a reassurance that I can still feel.
That I still know what its like to have power.
I don't frequently put myself in the path of him. He is forever a nomad, and if I happen to cross his path, it is a blessing and a curse because I know he'll when the moments over. I look for him sometimes. He doesn't want to be looked for though. I think that he has gotten so used to the idea of being lost. Constantly searching for something that he never discover.
I could pretend that we just happen to meet when we do, but every time his scent, which I know all to well, shifts and quivers in the breeze I run towards it. Gods. I run as fast as I can. Just to hope of catching a glimpse of him.
I was lucky enough to catch and keep him some time ago. Gods, it was amazing. I didn't even care about relenting to this lust I kept inside.
We are each others worst evils.
I try to stay as silent as I can when I sense him. Hoping to hear his name whisper through the trees around me.
I need to satisfy this growing ache inside of me.
(kinda short. Yeah. Sorry.)
Chapter two:
Disclaimer: no. I don't own anbody. i don't even think I own myself..er..yeah.
(A/N: well, if you're reading this chapter, it means one or both of two good things: 1.) you like my story, or 2.) you like incestuous homosexual hentai. In which case I say. BONZAI! Your crazy. Ok read now. Oh I guess your wondering where that hentai stuff is. But its not coming up. But its still inferred that he's talking about that special boy. ^_^)
I can't help saying that I have fallen in love with him
I have been noticing that I keep missing him. Thinking about how soft, and hauntingly beautiful he really is. His features so masculine and intimidating, yet feminine and honest.
He's plagued my dreams for a long time now. I find myself reaching for the hem of my pants before I realize what I'm doing. That I'm hard just thinking about his domineering nature.
How can one man hold such a tight grasp on my heart. Every time I breathe him in, its almost like I choke for the scent once again before I suffocate. Other air is impure, polluted and dirty.
I wait for the moment when we could meet and share our precious moments together.
I hate myself and this revolting need that I have. I'm so weak that I can't even placate this vicious desire in my heart and soul. I feel that I will die.
I breathe it, sleep it, need it, desire it.
I shiver at that thought.
We have a conscious control over each other. As a reassurance that I can still feel.
That I still know what its like to have power.
I don't frequently put myself in the path of him. He is forever a nomad, and if I happen to cross his path, it is a blessing and a curse because I know he'll when the moments over. I look for him sometimes. He doesn't want to be looked for though. I think that he has gotten so used to the idea of being lost. Constantly searching for something that he never discover.
I could pretend that we just happen to meet when we do, but every time his scent, which I know all to well, shifts and quivers in the breeze I run towards it. Gods. I run as fast as I can. Just to hope of catching a glimpse of him.
I was lucky enough to catch and keep him some time ago. Gods, it was amazing. I didn't even care about relenting to this lust I kept inside.
We are each others worst evils.
I try to stay as silent as I can when I sense him. Hoping to hear his name whisper through the trees around me.
I need to satisfy this growing ache inside of me.
(kinda short. Yeah. Sorry.)