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Can't Fight the Moonlight

Can't Fight the Moonlight
by kre17

Rating:PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own the A-Team.<mumbling under her breath> the song lyrics are from Leann Rimes.

Warning: mention of sex m/m.

 

 

You can try to resist
Try to hide from my kiss
But you know, but you know that you
Can't fight the moonlight

 
Deep in the dark
You'll surrender your heart
But you know, but you know that you
Can't fight the moonlight

 
No, you can't fight it
It's gonna get to your heart.

 

Darkness can swallow you up like a coming storm slowly advancing across the horizon. You can see it coming, but you're powerless to stop it. It's beyond your control, all you can do is watch it draw closer, looming closer at a teasingly slow pace. The distant rumble and smell of rain teasingly torturing your senses. Until finally, it arrives in all it's powerful glory. The sting of cold rain pelting your upturned face, streaking down your cheeks. Mother Nature's replenishing tears for her children.

 

Night is the same way. It creeps and swallows the sun's warm rays. Leaving you shivering (anticipating?) in the cool air. I used to be afraid of the dark. Terrified of the dreams that would no doubt rear their monstrous heads, reach out with the hands of the dead, and drag me into the abyss. Warmth was a luxury I couldn't afford in the night. I was alone with the memories of death and destruction, the screams of the dead and dying, the smell of gunpowder, and the stench of blood.

 

I would fight to stay awake. Try in vain, to remember a time when the darkness wasn't quite so horrible. Thinking back, I realized I had no fond memories. Until now.

 

Lying here in these arms, I feel warmth for the first time. Can feel the life pulse through the veins of the man beside me. A man, you ask? Someone so handsome and charming a homosexual, a fag, a queer? Don't fear what you can't understand. I have had my share of beautiful women, blonds, brunettes, red-heads. They couldn't offer me what I wanted, in truth, what I needed. Complete understanding, without regret of what has happened to me in the past. Warmth, that comes from deep inside and suffocates the cold, happily invading my skin and giving me the chance to enjoy the night. Love, balanced with just the right amount of compassion to make you snuggle down easily into a body similar to your own. Lust, which matches your own sexual drive and knows how and where to touch your body to take you higher into heaven.

 

I can feel his breath on my shoulder. Soft puffs of air. Breath that I had stolen from him in passionate kisses. Breath that had cried out my name in ecstasy in the most intense moment of our love-making, panting and groaning, soothing and exciting. His fingers gently stoking my arm in his deep sleep. I'm going to meet him in his dreams tonight. I can feel the night weaving it's heavy blanket of promised good dreams heavily over my body. Sleep without interruption. Sleep of the dead. No, sleep of the living. Sleep that heals and strengthens the body, mind, and soul. No nightmares tonight. Only blessed peace, entwined with the body of my lover, giving and sharing the warmth of each other. And for the first time in my life, I'm glad I surrendered to him, to his endless advances. Glad for waiting so many years to finally allow him to have me. I think this is the first time I've seen the moon. It bathes the room in a silvery glow, highlighting the strong features in his face. I resisted all of this. I'm glad I let him in. Glad he came to me tonight in this magical light that wards of the memories of the dark. I'll never be afraid of the night again. I couldn't turn him away. `Cuz you can't fight the moonlight.

 

 

The End


Can't Fight the Moonlight by kre17

 

 


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