A Poem for you from Masa-chan:
Tempest Winds that defile innocent faces decided to blow in my direction today.
One must know, Tempest winds are more than little storms.
Oh no, no! When one thinks so, one is very wrong.
Tempest winds are typhoons of passion, ardent sins, and suffering that’s gentle.
Tempest winds caress my face with fervent passion.
I greet them with a warm and welcoming embrace.
They lure me and I desire events, ill natured events that are low in nature.
I loose my mind. There are no standards or morals to live up to,
Not when seductive winds blow my way.
Tempest winds are hard to describe.
One will never know what their effect is until they blow one's way.
So then, I hope that you'll encounter this typhoon some day.
I hope that you'll submit to your lowest instincts for one day.
I hope that you discover the burning passion they’ll provoke
You'll become addicted to the warm breeze.
Just remember, remember your first time
It'll mark the beginning of a new epoch in your life
And remember, remember:
It is easy to give in to Temptation,
And at the same time it is hard to remain away from it!
This poem was written
by my dear Masa-chan.
It made me cry!
You see me
Though I am nothing
But I am the obsession
Of your impure thoughts
Take away everything sacred
(Take my soul)
I want to belong to you
You teach me
Under your guiding wing
You show me a world
I have never known
I become something important
(Take my body)
I am yours now
(I hurt you)
(I lose you)
I suppose I truly am nothing
(I am an empty shell)
Because you gave me wings that shattered...
(Originally intended for a Gravitation doujinshi -- look out for that.)
Good prey, come listen
by my side.
Watch as a tender fingertip
traces the contours of your lip
as eyes meet eyes.
I hold you in my
and sing you sweetly
of your face.
Your crimson bow
I now untie
And whisper to you
400 years of love have I
and you'll suit well for tonight.
And though this may
sound vain, I fear
Your beauty is quite
ravishing, my dear.
With every touch
Your pulse grows fast
And I pray this night
will be our last.
Written by me for another roleplay forum,
for someone else's character. O_o
I hate journals. I hate livejournals. I am anti-livejournal.
So of course I made this. Ah, smell the irony.
This actually has nothing journal-like in it; just stories.