Fan Fiction ❯ The Words We Ache to Say -- Volume X ❯ A Picnic Rained In ( Chapter 5 )

Warnings:

NC-17. Sex and lots of it . . . and some dessert thrown in. o.O *lol* Honestly . . . this is where the "greatness" begins to fade-- well, dissappear. A gross misuse of fruit is ahead. Beware.

Copyright Info:

This poem is an original, born of my own insanity and teen-age tension. Yup, there are still more of these poems. -_- This one was inspired by some . . . wisdom from "you." 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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For Masquerade Dragon ^_~

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The words we ache to say . . .

. . . become the words we ache to hear.

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A Picnic Rained In

An original poem by Duo no Tsuin

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We had just sat down,

Ready to enjoy our afternoon picnic,

When down came the rain.

We quickly gathered up everything

And went indoors.

I stood looking out the window.

How can I make this into something special?

Suddenly, it came to me.

I laid the picnic blanket on the hard wood floor

And placed the basket on it.

He gave me a quizzical look.

I took him by his hand to the arrangement.

We sat down.

He took our two crystal champagne flutes,

Filling them with sparkling apple cider.

No alcohol for me,

And besides, one of our many memories

Included the toasting and drinking of this.

He reached into the basket--

Bringing a half bushel of red grapes.

I smiled, taking a sip of cider.

He broke off some red grapes--

Holding vine and all just in front of my mouth.

I looked at him

And continued to do so

As I leaned toward the grapes.

I opened my mouth

And using my tongue

Brought one past my lips

And into my mouth.

The flavor tasted oh so much sweeter

Than that of a traditional grape--

So crisp and juicy.

He still held the grapes

Close to my mouth.

This time I pulled it off

Using only my lips.

With it I leaned closer to him.

He leaned towards me

And with a kiss took it from me.

We did it again,

Only I took it from him.

Next he brought out orange slices.

These, not being the common store bought,

Were crisper, sweeter, and juicier.

My lips came down on one

Pulling the prolonged bite into my mouth,

And yet they seemed even sweeter.

I fed him orange slice after orange slice.

He sucked on them and bit them.

When faced with more,

I licked the juice from his lips.

As another came

I licked, and let it slide against my lips

As he circled it around my mouth.

I sighed heavily.

With orange slices gone,

We moved on to other fruits.

Honeydew, cantaloupe, and watermelon.

Apples, peaches, and kiwi.

Juice was still on his lips.

I leaned over to him--

Stopping inches from his face.

Our breathing was already heavy.

I moved closer than an inch to him

And licked his lips in a circle.

Then I kissed him.

We were explorers born into this life

Forever exploring,

Forever hunting,

And forever tasting.

Our mouths parted.

He reached into the basket

And brought out the king of temptations.

Perfectly cold,

Perfectly juicy,

Perfectly ripe,

Perfectly crisp,

And perfectly red.

They were strawberries.

I sighed with almost a whine.

He held one in front of me.

When he brought it nearer

He took it up to my forehead.

Using it in a caress,

It went down my nose.

I pushed myself closer to it.

It went across my closed eyelids,

Across my cheeks,

Around my ears,

Went back to my forehead again,

Down my nose,

And finally to my lips

Where it moved around my mouth.

Each lip was growing with need

And with hunger.

They swelled and ached.

I opened my mouth.

He touched it to my tongue,

Which moved around it,

And pulled it inside my mouth.

He brought out another strawberry--

Riper that the first.

He brushed it against my cheek,

Went down, over, and past my lips,

Down my throat

Tracing my pulse,

Over my uncovered skin

Above my dress,

And down to my sweet spot.

The place any man can touch me

To excite me to the point of insanity.

The place that went just below

The top of my dress.

He reached up with the other hand

And began slowly undoing button after button,

Which was soon followed by the strawberry.

He pulled it away suddenly,

Brought it to his lips

And moistened it with his tongue.

Beneath my unbuttoned silk dress

Was the naked skin of my breasts.

He took the strawberry

And began tracing my breasts.

He circled each nipple

And teased them with the strawberry.

He then took it away to my lips

Where I bit it cleanly and slowly.

The rest he took to his mouth.

His hands teased my breasts some more,

Went slowly and caressingly up my body,

And cupped my neck and chin.

He brought his lips to mine,

Slowly and teasingly,

And only increased intensity

After I began to do so first;

I started to undo his shirt buttons.

As I slipped his shirt off

My arms went around him.

Holding him to me--

Our lips together,

Our arms together,

Our legs together,

Our naked chests together,

And our hearts together--

We began moving with more intensity.

He removed my dress and panties.

I removed his jeans and boxers.

We pushed the rest of the meal aside

With some haste.

He laid me down

And came down on top of me.

Though with pain and need,

We moved slowly--

Indulging in our passionate bodies

Just as we had indulged our tastebuds.

Eating fruit had awakened and softened

Our lips for endless kisses

And filled our bodies with passions

That seemed never-ending.

We were joined together.

We felt as one.

We moved as one.

We thought as one.

We loved as one.

Together our souls,

Not just our bodies,

Were one.

The future seemed clearer

As we went further, faster, and harder.

We belong together.

We shall live together,

Cry together,

Laugh together,

And love together.

Later we were content.

We listened to the rain

That had drawn us inside

And drawn us together.

Just as rain will always fall

And people shall feed,

We shall be together for all time.

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And so the insanity continues.

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Thanks again, Masquerade Dragon! (...notice how I put the right name, this time?) If it weren't for you . . . then VolumeX would never have resurfaced-- which after this entry . . . would have been a good thing! ;) As always send all questions, comments, reviews, rants, and flames(*lol* I'll be expecting a lot of these thanks to this new poem) to duonotsuin@yahoo.com

Or . . . just leave me a little review. ^_^