He's found
another
sacrosanct angel.
She is fiery
and without remorse.
Her every predestined
movement
in his direction
seems to be
cloud like
fluid like,
as though she floats
her way into his soul.
Ethereal, whimsical,
all of the above.
How can he
make her come home?
Buried in his twisted wet pillow,
he cries for her in
the night.
Cries for her creamy
skin that is
so soft and
atrocious.
Her heated shell,
that leaves his fingertips
blistered from just a
slight caress.
Yet another villainous
wicked
vicious
captivating
celestial being
has invaded his blood
muscle.
2 comments:
"Cheers, darlin. Here's to you and your loverboy."
Very nice. Makes me want to jump off a cliff so my skull can find the rocks just to avoid the pain of it all.
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