Poetry in Motion
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,297
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Poetry in Motion
A challenge to myself: a love scene completely in verse; Happy valentines everyone (even though it’s a tad early)! I haven’t forgotten about ‘Thief’, but I’ve been having too much fun with my HG/SS fic: ‘A Wizard’s Debt’.
Poetry in Motion.
Whispers in the night as fabric flutters,
Swishing down over bodies as skin is revealed.
Gasps of breath as eyes are shuttered,
Soft palms roaming skin, sensation to feel.
He stands like a God before an alter of passion,
Tall figure, firm flesh, blonde hair, sharp eyes.
Her initial on his arm – as is the fashion.
A dusting of golden hair over his taught thighs.
Her demure stance, still a little shy,
Rounded waist, flared hips, flushed skin, tight curls.
He moves toward her, a gentle kiss makes her sigh,
His tongue invades, his hands in the brunette twirls.
He takes the control, as is their way,
Edging her backward to lie on their bed.
He watches, she art sculpted from finest clay.
No words are needed, body language what’s said.
Warm, bare skin contacts cool silk,
A sip of fine champagne fizzes on his tongue.
Petals trail over her, a rose the shade of milk,
A bubbling kiss shared, passion heaving lungs.
Candles flicker, casting shadows to the walls.
He rises above her, one hand stroking down,
Teasing fingers, large palms, pleasure spots he recalls.
Flickering flames turn his locks to a halo crown.
Her nails dig into his bicep as her back forms an arc,
He smiles, smug with masculine pride as she moans.
She opens her eyes wide, they sparkle and spark,
Crying into his shoulder as she trembles to the bone.
With a soothing touch, he spreads her thighs wide,
Settling his face between them, lips to her core.
Firm strokes, soft nips, gentle kisses that glide,
She writhes, holding his head as his tongue explores.
Again she explodes, shattering into sensation,
He continues to tease as she rides out to the end.
Crawling over her sensually, pleased with her elation,
He kisses her deeply, sharing their taste blend.
She lies boneless and responsive as he aligns,
He gently presses into her femininity with a groan.
Slowly rocking in a passionate dance as old as old as time,
She moves to meet him, but he slows so passion postpone.
He teases and torments, bringing her close, but not enough;
She cries for more, desperate to soar.
He’s meeting her arousal, his thrusting now rough,
Soft words are spoken of how much they adore.
They are there, passing into the abyss,
A flood of fluids as they cry in satisfaction.
A moment of pure ecstasy in the following stillness of bliss.
A chuckle as gentle flutterings cause distraction.
He pulls away, leaving her feeling bereft,
Peppering soft kisses over the bulge of their child.
He’s kicked for his efforts and in mirth she laughs
Together they cuddle, touches comforting and mild.
The roses and champagne lay forgotten.
There are only two things left to say:
“I love you”, she says before attiring in soft cotton.
“I love you both, Happy Anniversary.”
Poetry in Motion.
Whispers in the night as fabric flutters,
Swishing down over bodies as skin is revealed.
Gasps of breath as eyes are shuttered,
Soft palms roaming skin, sensation to feel.
He stands like a God before an alter of passion,
Tall figure, firm flesh, blonde hair, sharp eyes.
Her initial on his arm – as is the fashion.
A dusting of golden hair over his taught thighs.
Her demure stance, still a little shy,
Rounded waist, flared hips, flushed skin, tight curls.
He moves toward her, a gentle kiss makes her sigh,
His tongue invades, his hands in the brunette twirls.
He takes the control, as is their way,
Edging her backward to lie on their bed.
He watches, she art sculpted from finest clay.
No words are needed, body language what’s said.
Warm, bare skin contacts cool silk,
A sip of fine champagne fizzes on his tongue.
Petals trail over her, a rose the shade of milk,
A bubbling kiss shared, passion heaving lungs.
Candles flicker, casting shadows to the walls.
He rises above her, one hand stroking down,
Teasing fingers, large palms, pleasure spots he recalls.
Flickering flames turn his locks to a halo crown.
Her nails dig into his bicep as her back forms an arc,
He smiles, smug with masculine pride as she moans.
She opens her eyes wide, they sparkle and spark,
Crying into his shoulder as she trembles to the bone.
With a soothing touch, he spreads her thighs wide,
Settling his face between them, lips to her core.
Firm strokes, soft nips, gentle kisses that glide,
She writhes, holding his head as his tongue explores.
Again she explodes, shattering into sensation,
He continues to tease as she rides out to the end.
Crawling over her sensually, pleased with her elation,
He kisses her deeply, sharing their taste blend.
She lies boneless and responsive as he aligns,
He gently presses into her femininity with a groan.
Slowly rocking in a passionate dance as old as old as time,
She moves to meet him, but he slows so passion postpone.
He teases and torments, bringing her close, but not enough;
She cries for more, desperate to soar.
He’s meeting her arousal, his thrusting now rough,
Soft words are spoken of how much they adore.
They are there, passing into the abyss,
A flood of fluids as they cry in satisfaction.
A moment of pure ecstasy in the following stillness of bliss.
A chuckle as gentle flutterings cause distraction.
He pulls away, leaving her feeling bereft,
Peppering soft kisses over the bulge of their child.
He’s kicked for his efforts and in mirth she laughs
Together they cuddle, touches comforting and mild.
The roses and champagne lay forgotten.
There are only two things left to say:
“I love you”, she says before attiring in soft cotton.
“I love you both, Happy Anniversary.”