I carved our names into the sand,
Wondering what it would be like to hold your hand hold your hand.
Imagining your lips touching mine,
But suddenly I begin to cry.
The water crashes over me,
An I drift away in the deep blue sea.
Come and help me, pull me out,
Can't you hear my screaming shouts?
I'm drowning in the thoughts of you,
And there's nothing that I can do.
-Bittersweet Anon
Blitzkrieg
It's dark and balmy and the beach is almost empty, everyone else having gone home for the night. But you stayed, content, basking on the warm sand as you watched the sea turn purple with the setting sun, the scent of brine in your nose. Now you were drowsy and loathe to leave, probably happier than you'd been for a while.
The gentle sifting sound of footsteps on sand jerk you from your sleepy thoughts, and someone sits down beside you. She looks... bizarre, really; her black hair's shaved into a mohawk, and her mouth is painted an electric blue. Sunglasses obscure her eyes, but she's not looking at you, anyway.
"It's dangerous to be out here at night, y'know," she says, and he voice is rough, but not unpleasantly so. She does turn to you, then, just as you are about to ask a question. Her lips have curled into a predatory grin that sends chills down your spine, and as she leans closer, every fiber of your being screams to flee.
She pounces before you can move, straddling you, her mouth pressed to yours in a sloppy kiss. you can feel her lipstick smearing across your skin, and she gives a throaty laugh at your racing pulse. "It's dangerous," she begins again, and out of the corner of your eye you can see her teeth, pearly white and razor-sharp. They're the last thing you see before things go black. "Because there's things like me."
When you wake up, you're still on the beach. The sun is just rising over the horizon, there's a cut on your cheek that wasn't there before, and a little white note folded neatly over a small box. Curious, you reach over to read it.
Be more careful next time, sweetie. Wouldn't want to see you get hurt.
-Blitzkrieg
Lurking queen
Enjoy this sweet treat.
But not too much. ;3
--The Lurking Queen
The Doctor (Doctor who)
Allonsy~
From, The Doctor
Bunson and Bashou
You may not be an electric type,
But you sparked your way into our hearts.
Let us catch you with a passion so high,
Into the Crystal System our desires kick start.
Team Rocket's Profit Expansion Division,
Buson and Bashou
S. Assumption
&�& I know you've been working hard, yeah, I know it's been so long &�&
&�& I got you just a little gift, along with a written song.~ &�&
&�& Hey, this might not be that much, but here's my microphone~ &�&
&�& So take this, a gift for the sweet girl givin' out free snow cones &�&
~S. Assumption
Sickly Sweet
Your blond hair dazzles me.
Your green eyes capture me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'll now come near to you.
You come near to me too.
I'll hold you as I kiss you.
I like to romance, can you see?
I love to dance; it sets me free.
I'll have you in a trance, so close to me.
Dance with me, will you please?
I'll try not to be a tease.
So never mind the birds and the bees.
~Sickly Sweet
Anon
Have you ever wanted a summer romance? One that is full of passion, but dies so easily?
Well I do, for your very presences invokes my inner desire, to be one with another, to enjoy the fleeting day.... to taste the sun kissed skin.
Oh how I have yearned to be beside you, to hold you in my arms.
Aint’ no sunshine
Your wink is such a big tease
My heart is a flutter so please don't be mean
I hope you'll be sweet to me
Watching me with your eyes so green
Alas my hopes are not for the light of day
For you are not allowed to gaze upon me
But know my heart is true
and let me give this to thee
I will pray someday you wear it only for me
-Ain't No Sunshone
Luca
Beautiful golden locks, and complementing attire,
You're always dressed for all to admire.
But what I love the most is your beautiful eyes,
Shining brighter than any star in the sky.
Stating all this, they are all just facts.
I shame myself for my love, what a shameful act.
I'm a hopeless butler, and nothing more,
Serving you, my princess, is what I live for.
So why do I wish to be at least friends?
When I'll always be your butler in the end.
Having served you for all these years,
The thought of losing you is my greatest fear.
I'll always wonder what you would think if you knew...
But I'll never ask at the risk of losing you.
However, I wonder, would it really matter?
Or would it be more of a flatter?
To know you've had such a close admirer?
Or would you be offended, thinking it to be just desire?
Confusing thoughts, none that make sense.
Thoughts that make me refuse to cross that fence.
I'll continue to serve you every single day,
Acting as though I have nothing to say.
Because in the end, my existence is frail,
After all, I'm just a simple fairytale.
A side character at that, to your amazing story,
Because after all, you my princess, deserve all the glory.
If you find yourself missing me at any time,
You can always visit me by reading my rhyme.
From your personal fairy tale admirer,
~Luca
