Just a Poem...

arata13's picture

(Warning: Twincest)

“Confession“

I’m sitting next to you by a stream,
Starting to wonder why you called me.

Your hands begin to move, caused by the nerves,
What are you thinking? You’re touching me there.

I look at you with the softest of smiles.
“I need to talk to you.”
Okay brother, you want me to stay for a while?

Wait a second, is it what I think?
My heart starts pounding. You’re touching my cheek.

‘Ni-chan…’ I whisper, blushing so small.
You look at me and smile.

“You know what I’m thinking.”
I think that I do.
“I love you.”
Yeah I knew that was true.

Your tongue shows a question, right at its tip.
“I love you too.”
You smile with joy; I fall into your arms.
Everything I’m doing, it’s run by your charm.

You lift my chin upward.
I smile.
It’s returned.
You lean forward and kiss me.

My mouth opens as your tongue slides in.
It toys with mine, playing within.
My hand reaches up, wraps around your head.
Everything going on, I hope I’m not dead.

You pull away, glance at me and smile.
“I love you.”
I blush once more.
“I love you too.”

My mind reels quickly.
I have just one thought.
"We're twins. Is this wrong?"
"No it's not."
"Brother."
You kiss me and hug me and I know it's alright.
One thing's for sure, I can't wait 'till tonight.

Comments

lonewolf678's picture

:O

To quote an old teacher of mine, "I am shocked, I am shocked".

arata13's picture

Longest poem I've written,

Longest poem I've written, and one that I didn't care about rhyme scheme. Which was kind of tricky... After having teachers drill that into my head for years... >.<

Kind_Sol's picture

Enjoyment

I personally enjoyed it thoroughly. Poetry is an art form that i believe is sometimes overly restricted and caged by rules that only a small division of the field came up with and can't seem to leave behind. And the words, so soft and well said. I appreciate this post greatly. And congrats on breaking a bond of needing to rhyme.

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