An Angel
The smell of an angel, so desirable, so tempting,
Swiftly glides across my world in words with understanding.
She walks like a pure goddess full of beauty and admiration,
So light and exquisite like a dove with no affliction.
She speaks in poetic words, her voice chanting in my ears,
Whispering her desires and welcoming my fears.
She dances around my presence, never leaving my field of vision,
Waiting for me to make the movie of tempting motivation.
My very hankering thirst, throbs painfully in my throat,
Thrashing around so violently, while she hums every musical note.
She passionately touches my hand; feeling so warm and so delicate,
Causing too much perplexity, every movie is so very intricate.
Now all of these absurdities will force me to walk away,
Letting go of every memory; every desire that would make me stay.
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