Angel’s eyes were made to be blue
so to melt any resistance with her gaze
but then again, misery adores a
view
her dangerous lips promise to craze
the mind; turn the will into melted sin
and with one kiss - Angel slays
all senses but to her soothing skin
of wicked milk and honey cream
to be consumed to passion’s spin
one can only plead and scream
at the fruit of the purple iris
then to awaken from an Angel’s dream.
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