Master Apprentice  Archive No Longer Quite |
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Rating: PG
Category: Poem, POV, Q/O
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Summary: Heh. Obi-Wan has a fantasy.
Feedback: Of course! It's the breath of life.
My head is aching
And I am so very tired
I sit here alone on the floor
And think of you.
And think of you-
How I'd love to run my hands
Down the warm planes of your body.
Stroke, caress, and kiss once or twice.
I think-the image growing sharp-
How I'd die to see your loosened hair
Spread out on our bedsheets,
Tumbled in wild disarray.
I'd just watch for a moment,
Drink in the sight and scent of you,
Hear you plead in that oh-so-calm voice
(Now grown harsh, breaking with need)
And I'd take the open road to your heart
Conquer it with a look, a word, a touch.
My head is aching yet
But as I sit on the floor
And think of you-
And think of you-
I am no longer quite so tired.