Silk on smooth skin,
Dressed in Black again.
Satin Black sheets against bare backs;
Silken caresses on
Lovers' arms in leather bound
--So pure a Black
It only shines Black
Making curly brunette hair
Shine a rich, red bourbon, a
Sexy tangle in contrast with
Such smooth satin softness.
A sensation of soft, clinging sheets
Rumpled under a lover's arm,
Too occupied to heed the
Black-belled tolling that
Tells the time: it's 4am.
Black night outside,
With Black pupils
In passion-dark eyes,
Holding the Black of the Night,
And all of its promises, oh god,
Dressed in Black again!

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Author's Note: I would prefer to list this story as rated 'R', even though its language and referents are technically PG-13 or less, mainly because every time I read this story aloud, by the time I reach the end I am literally moaning with need. I don't know why I end up feeling that way, but I do, every single blasted time...

The amazing thing is, I wrote the original version of this piece of freeverse almost fifteen years ago, which was probably before Harry Potter was even a gleam in JKR's eye, and while flipping through my old writings, came across it and realized that, with just a few minor tweaks from the original, it could be tailored perfectly to praise our favorite Man in Black--and who else would I pair him with but the Brunette with Brains?

...The original poem is ©1991, and is posted online at Literotica--no one under 18 is allowed to view it because of the site, sorry (and you'll have to find it on your own; I'm not posting a direct link to it, sorry). The characters that this newer version suggests, being Severus Snape and Hermione Granger, are the property of JKR (not the poem, just the characters). If I make a penny off of anything, Joe, it'll be the original poem only, trust me... ~Lotm