Making Love To An Angel

I lay asleep in fields of dreams

Waiting for her to make her scream

I felt a chill across my spine

She entered the room of her divine

My eyes still closed she rubbed my back

I felt her nails though as a tack

Compress my pain into her chest

Releasing my undying stress

Her feathers draped along my legs

As she climbed on my lonely bed

For it was vacant only for her

As the angel of darkness now my cure

Her soft lips so tenderly

Caressed my back in ecstasy

The feeling she instilled in me

Was that of pureness and vanity

As she sprawled out as a porcelain doll

I felt the warmth turn into cold

Her nails grew long and sunk so bold

Straight to my heart removing my soul

Her feathers grew black when my life entered her

Her eyes so true now dark as she tears

Me limb from limb and devours my pride

I must die now as the Angel is alive

She lives off souls so desperately

Seeking love they turn and wait for greed

To find the one so sooth their soul

While removing the passion God only knows

The love from her was long over due

Her kiss was pure until she saw my truth

Devour me please and release my kind

As the Angel of Death made love to my mind

Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006

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