my gaze an angel stood before wisps of silk float to floor beauty there on which to feast I in comparison a mere beast she offers to become mine for reasons far too sublime why am I offered such charms why does she choose my arms I just happy to see such bliss for lips to touch with tender kiss brain no longer able to think as into your eyes I slowly sink lost to your hair my shaking hand searching out each gossamer strand my lips touch each hazel eye of my gift from a cloudless sky before our tongues again entwine tasting better than vintage wine fingers leave hair's glossy coat to caress soft vulnerable throat your sweet taste still lingers as mouth replaces gentle fingers hands cup each small breast feeling the beat within your chest hear your first gentle sigh as with your desire I comply searching lips are quick to follow fingertips away to other hollow a nipple my teeth gently bite with my own urgency I do fight my body demanding I share my seed as you guide me to your own need I'd vowed that tonight would last this feeling never to be surpassed can no longer contain our desire both our bodies and hearts afire to holding back I concede defeat as our souls are at last to meet my world and all around now gone as with my angel I become one
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Reviews of "My Angel"
Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
Reviewed on July 10, 2003
"my body demanding I share my seed"...SSS! HOT! VERY HOT!
"brain no longer able to think
as into your eyes I slowly sink
lost to your hair my shaking hand
searching out each gossamer strand"
......HOW profound David! Sheer excellence of penning the human emotions and touch into such a verse!
"to caress soft vulnerable throat"...Woah! Just gets a girl stuck on stupid... these words very well could!....
Your verse IS quite stunning... words, perfect.
Thanks.... Emilie
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on July 9, 2003
Davod, when I read this is sort of reminded me of the song, "Kiss An Angel Good Morning." Only not after a night of passion like this one. Did she have to take off her wings? Bill Murray
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage as she is…whether they wa
"brain no longer able to think
as into your eyes I slowly sink
lost to your hair my shaking hand
searching out each gossamer strand"
......HOW profound David! Sheer excellence of penning the human emotions and touch into such a verse!
"to caress soft vulnerable throat"...Woah! Just gets a girl stuck on stupid... these words very well could!....
Your verse IS quite stunning... words, perfect.
Thanks.... Emilie
Nancy
~Nikki~
Mind you, if an angel visited my bed at night, think I would be in shock......though I like the thought.
Reindeer