The lady's branched corroded heart grew a single fruit calling to be held against her angel's lips,
The angel's strength came down from his clouded thoughts to her venting,
His tongue acknowledged the sweet tasting pain he was told not have that stained itself on his body as he carried the heavy fruit with him,
Nothing but a feather to be pulled for his winds to comfort her,
But again she cried
"Take more of me
And
Take me also."
She cradled the feathers that fell from the petal weight added by her plead,
He fell by her silk touch of dirt filled gold as there was no beauty of him left,
But her trickling honey gaze slipped down his mouth and burnt his regret,
As she loved him more in his feathers draped around herself he knew then what forbidden meant.
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I was inspired by a close poetess of mine, PoeticShakura. Grounded Angels down poor love to garner up casts of more pleads. Please do enjoyed your day.
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