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| The Smile of an Angel When you slipped into my dreams, the night began to quieten. Your whispered breath I felt, my smile again enlightened. You touched me and I felt your hand, your fingertips were soft. I felt the swishing of your wings, that brought you from aloft. Teasingly our lips met, in dreams are still as sweet. My eyes were gazing at your smile, as you stood at my feet. The wings you placed on the chair, the gown close beside it. An angels body bared to me. one perfect and exsqusit. My useless limbs betrayed me, for you I could not touch. Your gentle, kind hands torture, but pleasuring so much. Advantages you took of me, not to my displeasure. The height and fall and rise again, excited the bountied treasure. Eyes closed your own dreams sought, the face of an angel. Your satisfaction whimpered, then we lay entangled. My soul you took with you that night, and left with little warning. But you left your smile upon my face, I discovered in the morning.. The masked Writer <-.-> (C) 2001 T Lovett |
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