My Angel
Some use the line of the hill along with Jack to convey a connection,
I use the Lord above to compare the beauty possessed by one's presence,
Oh, how omnipotent is he to create a face so profound,
That even I feel helpless, and I am resolute in my position,
The smile of an angel, distortion turned blissful,
Her aroma, tormenting,
My soul in a way, ineffable, can't fathom the potent,
Presence...wow, I repeated it yet again,
There're no words to describe it all,
Possibly playing pretend,
In my mind I form illusions,
Amaterasu, the crows are lucid,
The warm touches I felt, weren't deserved from me, why are you here with me?
Why me? The words you use to describe the reasons are baffling.
Yes, it's true, yet I've been stumbling,
You too? Well that's amusing,
I never took you for one to be struggling, well, we're human.
Now onto the phenotype that I see,
A beige complexion that of which is the quintessence of a dark woman,
An athletic build, that of which is amusing,
The strength that you have used against me is not normal, yet so light, that body,
As if a feather with weight has been hidden within,
My mind was scattered feeling you, the warm touch on my skin,
And when my mind further moves towards my deepest desires...
I apologize but I refrain from using language which are notorious for pleasure
It's a difficulty keeping it hidden away, as the intimacy I wish for, must be waited upon,
But for now, the skin that I shall focus upon,
Is one which houses the jugular nerve,
And like the vampiric Jamaican, as I'm described,
I shall take the opportunity to sink my enamel within it all,
And lavish in the scent which my prey cannot hide from me,
Your darkest desires shall be made known before my eyes,
However, I must hold back, pull in the reigns, before my selfishness takes over,
And I die from the intense pressing of internal desires,
I have resented them, buried them, walked away from the fire,
But there are instances where being close to your mandible,
Makes my eyes wander, thinking of a killing blow, for you my antelope,
And possibly leave some bruises to recollect and reminisce on the encounter.
The soft touches of the sun, I attempt to place upon the beach,
The warm sand and rocks within it, describe the place to be,
I hold back, for fear of my past redefining what I try to build up and change,
Yet you stare at me with acceptance,
Your shy, yet blazing gaze.
Such confidence, and love for the Lord, one can't fathom,
What was I searching for?
The failures, and deep ends that I've fallen over,
And parental guidance that I ignored,
Yet the figure of a perfect woman was her, and I ignored it,
Yes, I saw it and enjoyed it, but feared the pain which would result,
Due to societal influences, and the hate which festers and grows,
And after a 4-year ending of something I shouldn't have been involved in,
She told me her affection,
How could I have rejected such an angel, named...
I can't say it.
She isn't holier than the Lord of course, but the name of such haunts me.
It fuels me with such a spirit of joy and happiness, and that scares me.
I never felt such happiness and joy that had been present before,
Not butterflies which many attribute to the inner feeling of love and joy from another female liking them, no
No, it was something more.
I question how this is,
Why this woman of such prowess thought to be involved with a demon like me...
She would slap me in the face and demand I rephrase such a sentiment,
Because, in her own words,
You are much more than your past and its definitions you hold onto,
You are God's angel...
And you are,
My Angel.
