Tonight
for Greywolf!by Farfalla
blueberrysnail@yahoo.com
A Kirk/Spock sonnet; NC-17
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My Vulcan is a very precious gift
He's brilliant, loyal, beautiful, and tall I'll kiss him in the starship's turbolift, His body pressing mine against the wall I'll kiss him in my cabin, after chess He'll gently lick my ear with Vulcan heat We'll quickly help each other to undress And merge ourselves beneath the waiting sheet I'm moaning as his mouth engulfs my cock I tell him I want his inside of me He thrusts and groans; I gasp, "I love you, Spock..." We meld, and then we climax forcefully. I hold his hand until we drift to sleep, and count his breaths instead of counting sheep. |