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Title: Your Little Secret
Author: Wlfgrrl
E-mail: wlfgrrl@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Despite my fervent beseechment of any and all Deities, the fabulous Faith & Buffy remain the property of Joss Whedon, UPN, Fox, Kuzui Ent. and possibly some other mysterious corporate-types. Guess my sacrifice of a perfectly ripe rutabaga was deemed insufficient.
Rating: R-ish
Spoilers: Not a one.
Author's Note:I am not a poet... nor do I play one on TV. But for some reason I seem to be channeling one of late... go figure. o_O
Feedback: if it's constructive it's always welcome!
Dedication: This goes out to -|- Miss K -|- It was very much inspired by her last three short fics. (If you haven't read them, do so! They're brilliant!)(As is all her work) As well, it's my meagre attempt to say Thank-you for the amazing "Slayers Do..."/DAoV series, and her unflagging support and encouragement of my creative efforts. Here's to non-joined up sentences! ^_~
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Naughty girl... I've caught you looking again.
Green eyes flashing with desires barely hidden.
Here's 'Little Miss Virtue' creamin' her designer slacks,
Body on fire, beggin' for carnal contact.
And not over the wholesome 'studling' next door,
Or even the latest jock 'flavour du jour.'
You've gotta secret you keep from the rest,
But I've seen your gaze linger on the swell of my breasts.
Do you think I don't notice the charge in the air,
How your pulse always quickens whenever I'm near?
I smell you, I feel you... we're linked, you and I
You cannot deceive me no matter how hard you try.
Outward denial, is that what you want?
A life of pretending and hypocritical taunt?
So be it, I'm used to the role of 'secret,'
We'll hide in the depths of your mental closet
No labels, no comment, just silent concord,
We can't have the Golden Girl risk being abhorred.
Me? I'm the 'bad girl,' the 'loose' one, the 'whore,'
But those titles I don't hold alone anymore.
While your lips whisper'd 'never' your body screams 'now!'
You've feigned such indifference yet quickly allowed
My hands to trace patterns as we're collapsed on the mat
Now you're arching and purring like a well-petted cat.
Our sparring's forgotten, your eyes burn so bright
A Slayer in heat... that's a glorious sight!
Your lips find my pulse point, hot breath on my ear,
Who knew such a wanton lived b'neath that veneer?
You're writhing and moaning, legs tight 'round my waist,
Now grinding against me at a purposeful pace.
But I'm not some cheap fuck toy, despite your belief,
I'll not give satisfaction nor provide you relief.
Before you can stop me, your legs I unclasp,
Now I've risen and moved out of range of your grasp.
You look at me, bewildered, eyes heavy with lust,
I feel myself smirking as you lay there, nonplussed.
If you want to assuage those fires burning within,
Then you're required to make one simple concession.
I'll not be the one shot you pass off as a fluke,
Nor branded the 'seductress' and heaped with rebuke.
When our coupling is remembered in the years to come,
You'll know without doubt it was a mutual decision.
I'm leaving, going 'home' to my humble motel,
The ball's in your court now as I bid you farewell.
You're speechless and enraged that I dare such a thing,
But that won't hinder nor stop you from soon following.
A short hour later there's a knock on my door,
And I smile to myself as I wonder once more,
Will you emerge a 'true' woman when our night is complete?
After all, it's well known 'that you are what you eat.'
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