Summary: "Whispered words over pounding music..."
Notes: Another villanelle - can you tell I *really* like this form? The lines quoted in this one come from the song "Number One Crush' by Garbage...
Warnings: Explicit femmeslash ahoy...
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"I would die for you. I would die for you."
Whispered words over pounding music, under metal sky.
"I will burn for you, feel pain for you."
Press of bodies against a wall - hard and cold, but it'll
do -
slide of a hand up inside a trembling thigh...
"I would die for you. I would die for you."
A gasp, a thrust of the hips as hand strikes true,
riding out a not-so-virgin high...
"I will burn for you, feel pain for you."
Riptide of sensation, once dreamt-of but still new,
lost in waves of feeling the body can't deny.
"I would die for you. I would die for you."
Startled eyes tell the world you never had a clue,
never knew what it meant to fly apart and die.
"I will burn for you, feel pain for you."
More whispered words - "You're sweet, like dew..." -
pull of your mouth on their fingers, met with a shuddering
sigh...
"I would die for you. I would die for you."
"I will burn for you, feel pain for you."