Disclaimer: I don't own the characters alluded to in this poem. This is not done for profit, nor has it been written to offend.
A/N: Written under the influence of alcohol and rap music.
Poetic voice - Steve
He tastes like chocolate and Chantilly –
Sweet, no salt –
All pastry and buttery icing.
Flavored to match the taste of a foreign tongue;
Forbidden like Eden's Garden;
Something (someone) he shouldn't have.
And he's dirty, low,
(Not good enough)
Muscles rippling with need, raw like sugar,
His lover's skin glistening with sweat,
Slick and shining, dull in light dimmed - perfect,
Fucking hot and just right,
And hes sprung taut as a tightrope 'bout to snap.
Hot, molten lava, spilling into and overflowing.
Longing to be filled -
He's all skin,
Nuts twisted to just right and cracked,
Wet and raw to choking.
Short of breath like a long-distance runner on a sprint
Like a fucked up Medusa
Who's turned to stone