Flash backThe door slammed open, and Weston turned, expecting to see Luther. Instead, a tall, dark haired demon with red eyes walked inside. "Nowaki?" Weston questioned his own eyes wide as his old lover walked inside. Recently, Weston had talked to Nowaki, and the two had sort of 're-bonded' after not seeing each other for nearly 600 years. Nowaki didn't answer, instead moving forward, and looking Weston dead in the eyes, until Weston blinked, confused as the other looked at him. Nowaki's hand went out, slamming against the wall that Weston was backed up against."That day. After prom." Nowaki stated, his eyes narrowed a bit as Weston's heart raced,
LustThe smell of sex that haunts the air, The touch of your fingers, Curling tightly in my hair.The kiss of your lips that stays, and lingers.The feeling of flesh, pressing tightly together,Whispering in my ear, 'I'm yours forever.'I love the way your body slides on in,As you caress my face,And press deeper within.Watching your body move with such grace,Makes my breathing hitch,And my heartbeat race.I can't stand the thought, Of you without me,Or even being caught,By your parents if they see. It's our little secret,And we'll never tell.
My tearsTo love and to pain, without one, we cannot have the other.Every wish left unspoken is a new path that will never be discovered.The lives lost and the lessons learned too late.The cries in the night, and the blood stains.Those who listen, and give,To those who talk and receive. Who are the people we call our heroes?Is it the man who killed another who threatened you?Or is it the man who tried to feed his starving family by stealing bread?The song of life plays on, for all who listen, and all who don't.The tears shed cannot fix anything.Grace, a miracle, even a simple act of kindness,A word, a curse, a death.All thing