~ The Poetry of Passion ~
by Farfalla
blueberrysnail@yahoo.com
A Kirk/Spock sonnet; NC-17
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With V'Ger gone, we didn't wait to wed
I'm pinned against the wall by Vulcan strength I let Spock push me down across the bed And wrap my lovesick hands around his length His damp green skin lies slick against my own He nuzzles at my shoulders with his lips No more shall either of us be alone With hands of gentle steel he lifts my hips His firm erection pushes into me He's wet with all that hybrid genes bestow I cling to him in hungry ecstasy And feel the rhythm of our passions flow Forever will I sail the stars with him I fall asleep inside the words "My Jim". |