An angel derailed by a lonesome burden
Longs for life to meet a pleasure
On paths that wind
To long unheard of nevers
Her mind hoped for a passion unseen
But her misery faded
When in stolen moments her life bypassed
meaning
In a shady ally
Where the holy never tread
She found her glory
Tall dark and handsome
Looking rather scary
But when he spoke
It was evidence of God making an attempt
at poetry
Engraved on lust, a want for the flesh
It was on a street corner that they met
Where love intersected passion
Life met pleasure
Giving birth to a tale
The first scene had begun
When he took the bait the fantasy could
not fall through
I would spell it out but I know you’re
not dump so…
One two
Skip a few
Scene four began with a knock on her
door
Fade to black
A lover’s moan
The lights return
They lay in a pool of touchy feely
My dad would kill me
Though I am not sorry
I love you
I love you
I do
Still he caressed her feelings
Though ripe with the sensuous healing
Felt only when you hear a woman gasping
and breathing
I love you
I love you
I do
They had become a meaning
A word defined as a definition
Travelled to places where shooting stars
shoot at ones will
And rosy cheeks are a felt feeling
He loved her
She loved him
They did
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