Best Romanceangel Poems
I wake up in the morning to find an imprint in the sheets. I run my hands through the
space of where an angel used to be. Her scent still on my pillow. Sweet Chanel No. 5. A
light blue stain left from the shadow that covered her wild eyes. Heaven shines its light
through my window and clears the darkness from this place. I fear she may have left too
soon to recount all of her mistakes. She may have tip toed across the room while I laid
in bed asleep. Strong enough to leave me dry but to say goodbye, she's much to weak. I
call her name, wait 3 seconds, yet I still get no reply. Just face it she's gone. Move
on and live your life. But something caught my eye. Something I'd seen the night before.
It's the same black bra that was ripped from her body and thrown onto the floor. A few
feet away I spot the pile of her clothes just as the smell of bacon dances its way to my
nose. To the kitchen I go, following the scent in the air. And like a wish had been
granted my angel was standing there.
She's in my shirt, my favorite shirt. The one with the rolled up sleeves. Somehow it
looks better on her then it will ever look on me. She let her hair down and it drags just
beneath her shoulders' tip. One arm flips the pan while the other rests upon her hip. My
eyes seem broken and are fixed upon her forever long legs. She turns around, catches me
staring, laughs, and says "how do you like your eggs?"
Like an actor on stage I react to this cue. I grab her body, pull her close, and whisper
" I want you." She giggles and on her face a smile begins to grow. She says "I want you
too. More than you'll ever know." I throw her arm around my shoulders and carry her
body in my arms. I make a dash to the bedroom. Turn off the phone. Unplug the alarm.
The drapes now cover the light that heaven did provide and we'll now dive in the sheets
where our bodies will hide. I'll borrow her heart and my soul I will lend. And when the
next 'morning after' comes we'll do it again.
Magnificent her body moving through my moonlit dream,
An alabaster angel soaring slow through spectral gleam.
Her silken gown wrapped tight around the charms that lead to sin
Beneath her raven hair that blows and flows upon the wind.
A vision of seduction slowly twisting through my mind,
Chimera of conduction causing temperatures to climb.
Unconscious in my sleep I feel the heat of her white skin,
Enveloping my energy encompassed deep within.
With fervor of devotion and a fierce impassioned plea,
My soul is lifted lightly high above the Irish Sea.
I gaze upon the greenery and Gaelic legends old,
My mistress in the moonlight looking bright and Irish bold.
And in this dream we float across the wonderment below.
She takes my hand and leads me to the land of long ago.
I feel her vital vigor as I kiss her waiting lips
And slowly slip my hands around her taut erotic hips.
A sensual serenity now soothes my saddened soul;
We glide just as the tide goes out and leaves an ancient shoal.
I pray to the Almighty let me please just keep this sleep
Forever with this angel who has sparked such passion deep.
But then when I awaken I still smell the briny air
Plus scent of my sweet angel's skin so light and sallow fair.
The secrets I've concealed not revealed of that night
Bring stimulating memories of our enchanted flight.