Is it a drought if I thirst for you?

You a cascading angel who freely falls to mortal ground.

I attempt to hide my grotesqueness
                a body and soul of broken debris as you softly crash upon me.

You quench my famine lips with your wetness served on porcelain skin, the smell of your darkest parts soothe the pain that enslaves me.

I know the devil holds no mercy, sins not forgiven nor atoned, but for this moment, your sweet oasis gently pours over me...

...my body and soul of broken debris as you crash and lay upon me.