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[Angel & Buffy series] And the Wish was made Flesh, Darla, poetry-ish

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: PG friendly, Wordflow on January 7th, 2009

Originally posted 2008-11-11

And the Wish was made Flesh

She’s cold like winter’s touch
pieces of glass that won’t break
but cut you to ribbons if you hold her too tight.

Fist your hand and demand that she stays,
she’ll laugh in your face.
And fly off on her own.

Riches and silk, jewels and men.
Never again the prison of old bed linens
dirty bodies and no choices to spare.
Now she’s got the world kneeling at her feet
it just doesn’t know until she comes calling.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Life?; Buffy/Angel, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

human!Angel/Buffy with a side of remembered Spike/Angel and Spike/Buffy. Post NFA poetrydrabblething. Originally posted: 28th November, 2006

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Life?

A fluttering pulse under the palm of my hand.
Life pumping.
thump
One beat.
thump
Two beat.
An echoing chorus of itself.

Warm body, moving against my fingers.
It tickles you say.
Laughter in my ear,
a whispering breath against my neck,
an answering pulse.
We’re two now.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Shadowplay; Spike/Angel, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

I miss Angel and Spike a lot. I’m still achy and in a bad mood. missmorwen and polgara_malfoy made me smile, and so I dabble more words. Originally posted: 1st December, 2006

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Shadowplay

In the dead of night,
the silence breaks.
Living sounds,
of bodies meeting in anger,
knife edge of hate and longing,
of caresses and wounds.

Bodies silent.
A vampire’s breath
as quiet as the shadows they cast.
Till they break, moments to forget.
Flesh and blood, kisses and tongues,
taste of something else than stale blood and grief.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Their boy; Fanged Four, poetry-ish

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Originally posted: 1st December, 2006

Their boy

Ice in her eyes,
blue as innocence.
Fake front,
clear cut through to the inside,
where the chill holds fast
and winter never fades.

Filth in his eyes,
the darkness within
taints the angel’s face.
Like the pattern of blood,
on a nun’s habit.
Devil’s artwork,
passion in corruption.
The young one’s tied,
his body splayed.
For pleasure. For show.
For him to toy with.

Joy in her eyes,
a heart still warm in her hand.
His gift, for her,
all for her.
Dark pride in his princess,
as he struggles to be like the angel,
like the monster they want him to be.

Fear in their eyes,
soft prey and rich blood.
His true face to meet them,
his fangs in their flesh,
white slivers of ice that cut so deep.
Family taught him well.

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[Veronica Mars] Heat; Logan/Veronica, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Veronica Mars, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Heat
Heat in the backseat of my car,
the sun has barely gone down before you are in my arms,
holding me tight, crawling close, burrowing under my skin.
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[Queer as Folk US] (W)hole; Brian/Justin, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom: Queer as Folk US, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Title: (W)hole
Notes: Originally posted 18th March, 2006. I’m drunk, or slowly getting there anyway ;) Now I spam you with QaF poetrything.

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(W)hole

The skin on his back gleams with sweat,
droplets that taste of salt,
and him. Droplets that I put there.
Thrust, push and pull,
the name of the game baby
is sex.
Fucking.
Hot, wet and sticky.
Just the way I like it.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Family, Spike/Angel, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Title: Family
Characters: Spike/Angel
Notes: Originally posted 29th November, 2004

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Family

Spike’s bitter tongue, piercing words
keeps Angel afloat
makes him angry
breaks his habits
and won’t let him be alone.
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[Angel & Buffy series] Ternion(the sum of one and one and one); Spike/Angel/Buffy, poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Title: Ternion(the sum of one and one and one)
Characters: Spike/Angel/Buffy
Notes: Originally posted 15th March, 2006. Part 2.
So yes I am tired and therefore no selfcritique. So I post. (and overuse the word ’so’) Feel free to mock or enjoy. femmenerd wanted porny poetry .. which I can’t really do. What I can do I’ve named poetrythings in my memories and it has more emphasis on things rather than poetry. Stream of consciousness perhaps? It’s too choppy to be drabbles. Still, I like to write it, whatever you wanna call it. Here’s ‘the mix of words that I do but don’t know what to call’.

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Ternion(the sum of one and one and one)

He likes it best on his knees,
to follow, give in and serve.
Pretty as you please, a postcard in submission,
knees spread, back straight,
eyes down.
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[Angel & Buffy series] W(ors)hipped; Spike/Buffy,poetryporn

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Angel & Buffy series, Rated: Adult, Ratings, Size and sort, Wordflow on January 7th, 2008

Title: W(ors)hipped
Characters: Spike/Buffy
Notes: Originally posted 15th March, 2006.
So yes I am tired and therefore no selfcritique. So I post. (and overuse the word ’so’) Feel free to mock or enjoy. femmenerd wanted porny poetry .. which I can’t really do. What I can do I’ve named poetrythings in my memories and it has more emphasis on things rather than poetry. Stream of consciousness perhaps? It’s too choppy to be drabbles. Still, I like to write it, whatever you wanna call it. Here’s ‘the mix of words that I do but don’t know what to call’.

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W(ors)hipped

From above he is watched.

Hands tied, body tensed,
arms stretching to accommodate silken straps.
Made to leave no marks.
But arms,
hands fisted, red crescents in palms,
pulling harder.
Wanting the red.
Wants proof of tonight he can touch, see,
hide underneath white shirt cuffs.
Straightlaced and nobody
in a sea of suits.
But not here,
here he is someone’s
pet, slave, bitch.
Call him as you see him.
As you use him.
As you want him.
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[Stargate Atlantis] Touch; McKay/Sheppard, slash

Posted by blackbirch in Fandom or original, Fandom: Stargate Atlantis, Rated: PG friendly, Ratings, Wordflow on January 4th, 2008

Originally posted June 7th, 2007.
Words: 197

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Taste like coffee,
on his lips from his tongue.
Stubbleburn still fiery on his lips, cheek and fragile skin below his jaw.

These are the places Rodney kissed.

His arms still feel the warmth of hands,
across his back the ghost of touch gliding up and down,
heat against his skin, sweat mingling as they grind closer.

These are the places Rodney touched and made him feel.

Nipples sore,
marks on his throat, just below the collar.
Above his thigh, in that sweet crease, bruises to be - still red and fresh.

These are the places Rodney marked and made his.

He burrows deep into his pillow and inhales, smelling Rodney;
sweat, aftershave, sex - holding it inside as long as he can.
Until he has to breath and let go.
Hoping that his bed will keep smelling like this, like Rodney, like home.

His voice makes him hard,
angry and demanding or babbling and nervous - doesn’t matter.
It sends shivers down his spine that he has to hide, except Rodney sees.
Now Rodney knows, so he does it again - just to make John break out in goosebumps that he can lick and bite.

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