My Angel

May 1, 2009
I lie on a bed of lust, on a pillow of tears,
eternally bleeding from the cruelty of thy absence
One moment of passion upon thy winged scent of love,
sends warm rushes of blood to thirsty loins

Oh beautiful angel!
How my lips burn for your moist kiss which is
sweeter then nectar dripping from the earth's most beautiful flower

With each tear falling from my eyes like diamonds,
I beg to enter thy garden of eternal love

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