Dark Angels eyes are always on me,
like a wolf looking for food
He makes me feel so drowsy
when he kisses my lips
I began to float,
like I was light as a feather floating in
the autumn breeze
with a sweet shyness about me
that takes over me,
when he plays around with my hair
It feels so nicely touched
I loved that so much,
He would take me in his arms
and he would charm my heart,
rarely he ever makes me feel this away
then he calls me beloved;
this is where I know to wake up,
he cast a spell on me.

-Judy Emery © 1981
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery