Fan Fiction ❯ The Words We Ache to Say -- Volume X ❯ Everything Feels Like Sex ( Chapter 3 )

Warnings:

This one contains a ton of heavy innuendo. So let's say this one is rated R because it deals with sex and teen-age hormones. *shrugs* Beware.

Copyright Info:

This poem is an original, born of my own insanity and teen-age tension. This particular poem is based on true events. This details the "perks" of my 15 minutes in the limelight when I was a sex-goddess. *LMAO* Like I said, "based on true events." O.o originally dedicated to the "you" mentioned-- my first fan. Again, another poem that shows what screwy thoughts were going through my head during this emotionally and hormonally strenuous time-period.

Yes, there are more of these poems. -_- Like the others, this was made to "quell the urges" as well as to shock a private collection of fans. You know who you are. ^_~

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Dedicated to Masquerade for the simply delectable review! ^_~

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The words we ache to say . . .

. . . become the words we ache to hear.

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Everything Feels Like Sex

An original poem by Duo no Tsuin

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Whenever you are around

Everything feels like sex.

You read my poem

And we all wanted to be in it.

We wanted to feel

The heat, the sweat, and the ecstasy.

You started to read it aloud

With heavy emotion,

Making our imaginations

Run wild and free,

Into the place which we cannot venture.

You read it with so much emotion,

I thought you knew how it felt,

To want someone so badly

It hurts not to have them inside you.

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Now when we do the simplest things

They all remind me of sex.

I played on a team with you for a card game.

The speed of it all

Was based not on adrenaline,

But pure, raw sexual hormones.

I noticed that we had won

And I screamed of our victory,

But was it that

Or the need for a climax?

We sat so close,

We barely touched,

But when we did

I felt my self in a dream,

Wanting of heat and passion.

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Every time I hold a pen or pencil

I am reminded of it.

I quickly put it down,

Hoping no one noticed

That which I just noticed of myself.

I may not need it,

But I realize I want it.

A way to release the tension,

Which is difficult,

Since everything around or about you

Feels like sex.

My breathing is sporadic.

My chest is heaving.

I feel the heat.

I feel the wanting.

I just want it now.

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But I can't have it.

I must wait.

Wait for the one who

Can bring that side of me to life.

There's only one person

Who can effect me in such a way,

But I can't have him.

I want him,

But I don't actually need him.

I just want him and I

One on one,

For one event.

More could come if we both want it,

But only when we both

Know the time is right

To experience that which now feels like everything.

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This is just the beginning.

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A "thanks again," goes out to Masquerade for my first review on this collection. (Formerly titled "Poems Volume X" *chuckles*) As always send all questions, comments, reviews, rants, and flames to duonotsuin@yahoo.com Or . . . just leave me a little review. I like reviews!! ^_^