Angel
I met a fallen Angel
she had a gleem in her eye
I saw the Devil in her face
and now my hands are tied .
We have gone to the places
of her pleasure rage
the sound of strapped flesh
and no ones turned the page .
The blood is chilling in my veins
her body a little worn
I feel and taste her kisses
her flesh is being torn.
james....................................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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