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Desire (A Poem)

By: Phoenyxphiyre
folder M through R › Mutant X
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Desire (A Poem)

Title: Desire

Author: Margaret Brown, aka Andromeda Valentine

Fandom: Mutant X

Pairing: Emma/Shalimar

Rating: R

Status: New (01/25/03); Complete

Archive: Yes to list archives, anyone else please ask first.

Feedback: Yes, please!!

E-mail address for feedback: andromeda_valentine@hotmail.com

Series/Sequel: None

Other Websites: Crimson Redd - http://www.angelfire.com/goth/crimsonredd

Disclaimers: Not mine, and likely never will be...



Summary: "Desire walks on - it wants to be held, possessed..."



Notes: Variations on a theme, just in another fandom - I'm suffering from a villanelle addiction these days, it's an amazing poetic form to play with... The two lines I used are actually the opening couplet to the spoken intro track 'Desire' on Heart's 'Desire Walks On' album...



Warnings: Explicit femmeslash (duh!)

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'Desire walks on - it wants to be held, possessed.'

Feral senses taste the lust in the air, rising with the heat.

'It wants consummation - it moves on, obsessed...'

Want and need, kept buried, never before confessed,

rise as the heart races, beat by beat.

'Desire walks on - it wants to be held, possessed.'

Will stretches, breaks, shatters, mouths pressed

for the taste of first kisses hot and sweet.

'It wants consummation - it moves on, obsessed...'

Words spoken not quite in jest

now prove to have been the hunt - advance, retreat, advance, retreat...

'Desire walks on - it wants to be held, possessed.'

Knowing mouth roams, provoking sensation only dimly guessed

at before, world spinning, sparking, exploding under still feet.

'It wants consummation - it moves on, obsessed...'

Golden head rests on pale white breast,

listening in silence as mind and body struggle once again to meet.

'Desire walks on - it wants to be held, possessed.'

'It wants consummation - it moves on, obsessed...'