We Came To Be

In a world where everything is the same, nothing is different a misfit is born, a male amongst females to be specific.

Knotted bodies, tangled sheets, heavy breathing, words so sweet, twins of a kind, yet not of blood, not from this world but yet still two in love, panting whines and loving forms, together rolling like a storm.

 Nimble fingers, slender- feminine- move like liquid against clothed skin, lips of silver, not painted but stained, move their softness to another's being.

 Thick thighs, corded with muscle, force through non-resistant spaces, gown pulled high, leather slacks pulled low, joining as one under the moons gentle glow.

 A dance has begun and forever it shall spin, with cries of the bliss ridden and hums of the immortal gods given, a world is spun within the two living, a world to be inhabited by only the most perfect of children.

 It started with one, with eyes as gold as the sun, and hair as white as the snow, with skin creamer then coffee that held an unearthly glow. Standing no taller than five foot four, not a micro centimeter less or more, with a build quiet womanly, small waist and curved, a child is created, the first of the world.

 Looking upon what they had made, two immortals that never strayed, fell deeply in love with every strand on that peculiar child’s head, they must have more.

 Like the past, two bodies tangled and sweet breaths became mingled, cries echoed through the cosmos, such passion and gusto, another, of exact coding, weaved to the earth where the second of the two would be greeted.

 More and more, the immortals became greedy, forgetful to return to where they had come from, instead they had lost their thoughts to need and pride of their precious creations.

 Another, another, four, five, more and more, ninety-nine, one hundred, more cried the woman of such divinity, the man calling back with no hint of uncertainty.

 Bodies of such motion rocked the cosmos, caused a commotion, and from their warring homes where they discovered. One head called for another, shouts rang through the stars, and black blood coated the particles with sick dark tar, upon the arrival of the wagering war the two fell prey to the chaos, only time for one more.

 They made this one rushed, crushed chest to chest, sharp cracks ringing with each thrust, to hurried were they, and their bodies slamming like storms, the form they created would forever be forlorn.

 As each planet took their own, they left the one created to die off on its own, after all how could a planet of women possibly create any further with no gender but she, what was over looked however was one who would be ridiculed for life, a young boy who was special, sun kissed locks that had a curl ever so slight, eyes so silver they put the moon to shame, and a build so large he could never be the same.

 Standing nearly six foot four, the gigantic of a beast loomed outside the ever glowing world he knew could become war, how could he disguise himself upon the population of females when he was so large, his only hope to be they would understand and love him even under the stars.

 Emerging from the darkness to great the world populace he was rewarded with his fear, silenced voices, skittish eyes, whispers and rumors, all vicious lies. He was the unloved one; the one none would ever care for as if he was diseased, incurable and most importantly a mistake amongst the purest of them all.

 The planet was warm, yet no light other than the eternal silver ever did show plants grew in odd colors, never blues or pinks, but sapphires and gold, everything shimmered, everything glowed, but this would not stop the fate that had been foretold.

 One by one as the planet spun round, woman by woman fell prey to the future, growing older with cycles, loosing hair and flush color, slowly but surely they all turned on one another, the youthful identical banished the ageing women who lost their perfection, whispering words of nothing but hatred. Yet one by one they would all be cast out alone to die on their own, slowly bit by bit they died away, yet the one of golden locked hair, the boy all his own, he never aged  a fraction, never changed a soul; the boy after all spent all of his days alone