Angel
Be still, my Angel,
You need not move for recognition,
Your warmth consumes me
Immersed in your flesh,
The taste of your skin so sweet,
The very scent of your warmth consumes me
Say nothing, Love,
For your eyes speak volumes
The warmth of your unspoken words consume me
Let your outstretched arms
Act as wings... covet me,
The sensation of your warmth consumes me
Grant me this time
To love you gently,
Allow your warmth to consume me
For I promise you when we part...
I shall never forget
How your warmth consumed me
Copyright © Michelle Cowrn | Year Posted 2005
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