Okay, so. This is from the R/T ficathon challengey-thing. For a better explanation, go to my profile. M'kay?
Title: "Have A Taste"
Author:basketkiwi
Format & Word Count: drabble-attempt; 127 words
Rating: PG?
Prompt: #1
Warning: written between 12:30 and 1:00 AM and therefore during semi-consciousness. Stupid spring plot-bunnies wouldn't let me sleep! n.n
Summary: "Colors aren't too shy of danger, and they're what I'm made of."
Author's Note: Okay, this is my first time doing this and I just wrote this all spur-of-the-moment in all of (checks clock) ten minutes, though the first two lines have been hanging out in my brain for the past hour... Anyway, I hope I did this right!
I'd like a list of liberties,
it's nice to know my boundaries.
Would you answer one question, please,
and swear you won't hold back?
If I drove my fingers through your hair,
or dared to hold your icy stare,
do you think the electric chair
becomes a bench for two?
Well, I've got beats and hips to swing 'em.
I've got songs and lips to sing 'em.
I've wept prayers and tips to bring 'em
crashing to their knees.
So hold on just a while, stranger,
someone's always left the manger.
Colors aren't too shy of danger,
and they're what I'm made of.
So graze my cheek and steal my breath,
your shocked expression, picturesque.
Our union doesn't equal death,
so have a taste or two.
