My Fallen Angel
I love the hunger in my Angel’s gaze
instilled in sultry silence her expression
a willful, loving, lasting bared obsession
I love the hunger in my Angel’s gaze
I crave the silken softness of her touch
caressing whispers carried on a breeze
touched light or firm, my all she owns with ease
I crave the silken softness of her touch
I crave the hills and hollows of her frame
the pleasance of her verdant vistas dream
the way her morning dew sublimes to steam
I crave the hills and hollows of her frame
Exciting are her lips that smile for me
so sweetly and yet wickedly they call
they ask so little, knowing they own all
exciting are her lips that smile for me
The graceful curve of neck she offers me
soft fragrant hair upon her shoulders falls
one kiss – one sigh – her scent my soul enthralls
the graceful curve of neck she offers me
So deftly she emerges from her clothes
the greatest pleasure ever to these eyes
a goddess to this mortal drawing nigh
so deftly she emerges from her clothes
Such loveliness, with pleasure I behold
her begging breasts bewitch the babe in me
each curve and crevice meld alluringly
Such loveliness, with pleasure I behold
With wicked glee, her halo tossed away
of pleasures shared, no gentlemen dare sings
sans angel wings ‘tis ravishing she brings
with wicked glee, her halo tossed away
I love the way my love delights in me
can’t help but love the hunger in her gaze
that she loves me continues to amaze
I love the way my Love delights in me












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As I understood it, anyway.
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"verdant vistas" appreciating her "landscape".... not literal, my friend.
I totally love the hills & hollows metaphor; just don't want GREEN intruding on that!
Thanks Elizabeth and Ann...
But Fallen Angel makes an intriging title, nonetheless. Smile.
Great poem, Stephen.