helmoverpede
Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.
My name is Orion Pax. I am a fictive introject and member of the Vespid system. I wished to have my own space to explore and express myself. We are bodily 35 years old.
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Your frame is heavy atop my own
A comforting weight that grounds me.
Like a blanket
Your warmth seeps into my frame.
Your venting slow and deep
A soothing rhythm against my neck
Where your helm lies,
Tucked against me.
You are safety, My Champion,
My wounded warrior.
The gouges beneath my roaming digits
A testimony to your survival.
My frame is your temple
A hallowed sanctuary open only to you
Rest with me, My Champion,
Lie in my embrace
Allow my touch to permeate your spark
And warm that which you find cold.
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I often share my works here, and I am happy that some read and enjoy them. However, I do not think I have ever shared poetry written by my conjunx here. He spoke this piece to me last fall, I believe in September or October.
Your frame splays out upon my berth
Each shuddered gasp of my designation
A prayer straight from your glossa
Your quivering thighs, between which you accept only me:
A throne, grander than that of any Prime
For the view it grants is
The most sublime
To settle between them while gazing down upon your face.
To lose myself in your optics:
A Shimmering cerulean
Fixed on only me in perfect trust
And love stronger than that of Primus himself
Your devotion:
A gift, more precious than any jewel or seat of power.
Let me return to you what you so freely give to me, my Beloved
Allow my love to seep deep into your frame
To fill every seam, every crevice, every circuit
Allow it to permeate into your very spark
This unyielding passion I have
Is yours alone
The only gift I possess worthy of your grace.
#my prose <3#not technically but this tag is required#in system relationship#poetry#introject poetry
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Your kisses are addicting
Each one planted upon my frame
A gift of your secret tenderness.
My Beloved
How you spoil me with your touch
As you expertly draw out my voice.
You are a prodigy
My frame, your instrument.
My Beloved
Dance your digits across my plating
Envelope me in your loving protection
As you make me sing for you
#my prose <3#system poetry#in system relationship#cybertronian fictive#love poems#I love my Conjunx so much that it sets my spark ablaze just to think of him.
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Your claws trace against my plating
Razor sharp, dangerous…
Murderous
Claws that have destroyed far more than I am worth.
You tease them into my seams with
Effortless grace,
so gentle
I almost forget the energon spilt by them.
This is forbidden…
Your touch
Viewed as a trespass upon my frame
I am defiled
An idol, fallen
Corrupted by the sin of loving you.
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