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Cowgirls and Indians	By : Lechan Category: +. to F > Chrono Crusade Views: 7910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
Disclaimer: Chrono Crusade is not
mine. Dammit, dammit, dammit! ::sobs::

Author’s Notes:: Wooo! Artemis, Goddess of
the Night, here, presenting you with a hot, lemon-flavored poem, Chrono’s PoV. Mwahahaha. . .
Enjoy!

XXX

While Joshua’s Asleep

X

(Written By: Artemis, Goddess of the
Night)

XXX

The picnic’s packed,
the food is gone

Our shadows are now growing
long

Underneath the noon-day sun

Stories told and games are
done

Battles against sleep begin

But only two of three will
win

Demon red and ocean gaze—

Watching, hoping, plotting
ways—

Until, at last, he’s
sleeping sound

Beside us on the grassy
ground

And as my eyes and your own
meet

Hot longing soon begins to
seep

Lighting flames within my
soul—

A lust that yearns to take
its toll

You’re smiling at me
with that grin—

That grin which loves me for
my sins—

And though no words do you
relay

You tell me how you want to
play

With sapphires bluer than the
sky

You taunt and tease me
‘til I lie

Flush and stiff against the
tree

My groin to yours between
your knees

Our lips are bruised and
tongues are one

You whisper that you’re
having fun

Fingers dancing through your
hair

Mouths on parts we’ll
never share

Muffled moans I swallow fast

You swear that sound will be
your last

And it’s a promise you
must keep

While brother Joshua’s
asleep

My hand beneath your
blouse-top shifts

You create friction with our
hips

Small fingers push my clothes
around

A spot of sweet response is
found

I lick my way from ear to
breast

Nails rake swiftly down my
chest

Locks of gold slowly unbraid

‘Til
messy as before was made

Against the roots and bark we
move

To an unheard sultry tune

Clothing’s quickly,
roughly shed

Yanked and torn from legs and
head

Kept close by, yet far away

The child begins to have her
say

Touching, teasing, kissing
low

Heating flesh with nips and
blows

Urging for my moan, my call

To see my edge and then to
fall

Wanting me to say her name

Wanting me to want the same

And though I arch, I bite my
cheek

To keep myself from words,
from speech

Our lips are bruised and
tongues are one

I whisper that I’m
having fun

Fingers dancing through my
hair

As your flimsy stockings tear

Groans that flutter in the
breeze

Groans that make us stop and
freeze

We really cannot make a peep

While brother Joshua’s
asleep

The boy still snoozes in the
brush

But on our faces rise a blush

It’s such thrill to be
so bad

Beside the small, unconscious
lad

Giggles meet my pointed ears

I turn to see your sultry
leer

Pools as bright as
heaven’s light

Makes this dirty deed feel right

I grab your wrists and twist
around

Then press you flat against
the ground

Straddling your petite waist

My tongue begins to play, to
taste

To slowly move towards your
core—

You shift to show that you
want more—

I work my way beneath your
skirt

And then my tongue, as
always, pert

Thrusts into your honeyed
heat

Until your juices, warm and
sweet

Burst forth and smear my nose
and chin

And on my face there grows a
grin

A smirking smile full of delight

As my loosened pants grow
tight

Our lips are bruised and
tongues are one

We writhe beneath the
springtime sun

Reason’s dancing out
the door

With every breath we demand
“more”

Teeth and tongue mold flesh
and will

Your husky gasps are growing shrill

But hush, no sounds can we
let seep

While brother Joshua’s
asleep

Supple legs wrap round my
sides

Every movement you will ride

Reaching down and yanking
free—

My trousers, then, you take
from me

Until, like you, I’m
naked, bare

Moistened skin meets cooling
air

I hiss and snap in teasing
need

Until your hand comes down to
lead

Ordering to take you now

And with a jerk you show me
how

Restraint is gone; I delve in
deep

Stealing all the light I seek

Bashing up against the tree

You moan and cry and sigh for
me

Tiny hands that fist my hair

Whisper words of love and
care

Upon your neck I leave my
mark

My talons dig into the bark

Meeting my thrusts with your
own

You’re laughing in your
fiery tone

Teasing me and wanting more

Move to show you’re
still not sore

Our lips are bruised and
bodies one

There’s nothing lost,
but all is won

Whatever guilt was there is
gone

It feels too good to remain
“wrong”

We try to smother all our
cries—

The names and grunts aimed at
the skies

Our wants and pleasures we
will reap

While brother Joshua’s
asleep

Something growing deep within

Tightens with each act of sin

Puffs of hunger, moans of
“more”

Your young head tosses back
and fore

Toes are curling, grip grows
tight

You welcome the approaching
night

With a quickly swallowed
shout—

Eyes closed tight, body
thrust out—

Whitened bursts of passion
gust

When insides snap from waves
of lust

I, too, release with a
plead—

Within your womb bursts forth
my seed—

Crying out in silent glee

My claws leave gorges in the
tree

Bodies spent, we close our
eyes

Resting foreheads, making
lies

Try to find a good
excuse—

Explain to those who aren’t obtuse—

As to why we’re out of
breath

Flushed and sweaty, need to
rest

The reason your neck’s
black and blue

And why I have the same
marks, too

Our lips are bruised and
minds are one

We lay together in the sun

Chuckling at secret things

As we talk of fools and kings

Making plans and future goals

With pauses built for kisses,
slow

But don’t let lust
start to re-heap

While brother Joshua’s
asleep

Our lips are bruised and
hearts are one

We dress and cuddle, having
fun

And when he wakes when
sunset’s near

We thank God that he
didn’t hear

In his sleep or in his dreams

Or figured out what
“loving” means

. . . Then we pray those
dreams stay deep

Each
time Joshua’s asleep
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