Surrender (BBC-verse)
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monkeybardSurrender (BBC-verse)
Author: monkeybard
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, D/s
Word count: 150 (incl. poem)
Author's Note: Been wanting to use this poem for years. Glad to finally have found it a home. Unbeta'd.
Side note: I'm really looking forward to LJ getting back to functional...some day.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still would take them both home with me.
DATE: July 27
PROMPT: Poem.
Requirements: You may do one of two things; use a poem of your choice in your fic (as in quoting part or all of it), or else write your fic in poem form. For this challenge, limericks and other forms of poetry are acceptable even though they will be obviously below the 100-word minimum.
The reed waits for his master's breath,
the Master goes seeking for his reed.
~Rabindranath Tagore
Supple. Leather bands encircling his wrists.
Satisfying. Click of the clips as they are connected and hooked into place.
Security. The hands of the one person whom he trusts completely.
Strong. Fingers twisting the straps to the perfect tightness.
Sensual. Fingers caressing his bare, pale skin.
Stillness. Quietude of mind he can never find even in the music of his violin.
Smile. Full of promises soon to be fulfilled.
Shade. A blindfold tied tenderly around his eyes.
Submission. Freedom from the demands of his frenetic brain.
Sweet. A trail of kisses pressed along the curve of his neck.
Silence. Only the feeling of his lover's breath tickling his ear.
Sigh. The joy of releasing all control for once; for him; for himself.
Softly. "What's your word tonight?"
Surrender. "It's 'elementary', my dearest John."
Author: monkeybard
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, D/s
Word count: 150 (incl. poem)
Author's Note: Been wanting to use this poem for years. Glad to finally have found it a home. Unbeta'd.
Side note: I'm really looking forward to LJ getting back to functional...some day.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still would take them both home with me.
DATE: July 27
PROMPT: Poem.
Requirements: You may do one of two things; use a poem of your choice in your fic (as in quoting part or all of it), or else write your fic in poem form. For this challenge, limericks and other forms of poetry are acceptable even though they will be obviously below the 100-word minimum.
The reed waits for his master's breath,
the Master goes seeking for his reed.
~Rabindranath Tagore
Supple. Leather bands encircling his wrists.
Satisfying. Click of the clips as they are connected and hooked into place.
Security. The hands of the one person whom he trusts completely.
Strong. Fingers twisting the straps to the perfect tightness.
Sensual. Fingers caressing his bare, pale skin.
Stillness. Quietude of mind he can never find even in the music of his violin.
Smile. Full of promises soon to be fulfilled.
Shade. A blindfold tied tenderly around his eyes.
Submission. Freedom from the demands of his frenetic brain.
Sweet. A trail of kisses pressed along the curve of his neck.
Silence. Only the feeling of his lover's breath tickling his ear.
Sigh. The joy of releasing all control for once; for him; for himself.
Softly. "What's your word tonight?"
Surrender. "It's 'elementary', my dearest John."
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Date: 2011-07-29 02:24 pm (UTC)Yowza. Just...whoa.
*blinks*
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Date: 2011-07-29 04:47 pm (UTC)