by:  GryffinRoar

* This is a poem written by Draco to Hermione...though whether or not she ever receives it, we do not know...

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Fantasy

You are here.
So close, I feel the breath escape your lips...
and wish it were my name
whispered.
So close, I start to feel dizzy,
I close my eyes,
bite my lip,
and turn my head
to hide the torture I put myself through...
every night.
And tonight, like every night, I see you...
Under me.
Trembling flesh on yearning flesh,
as my fingertips trail your form...
Burning flesh on burning flesh,
as our lips meet to taste each other.
I retreat, to avoid scaring you...
Or me...
Only to attack and taste again.
I keep my eyes closed, and smile at you,
thinking of all the ways I want to please you,
wishing all the while I could open them.
Yet, I know, keeping them closed
frees me from the labor
of reason.
Too, I know,
that my fantasy is dancing
dangerously close
to reality.
But I might die
if it were any further away.
So instead of looking,
I keep them closed,
and fall asleep,
to dream.