Quenched at the wonders of your realm
Feathers crips on your chin
A chest heaving tortures of its time
Words hither from within
Doom fitted in your shoes
A harsh caress of sunlight on her back
Everlasting yet so quick to disappear
Promises shifting through your crooked teeth
Flesh dancing at the back seat of your Bentley
Hardened strokes of innocence fading from existence
A fleeting being of chaos
Adorned by whispers of paradise
Pretty compliments coarsing your parched throat
Womanhood softening your calloused hands
Pleasure twisting within the veins
Fallen , we have fallen from grace
Reincarnation of a bliss to horrid to taint with our mortality
We were angels eager to break our chain and fall from heaven
Fortunate to have met
Yet Sinking in the disdain of our departure
I'm sure we'll meet again
By heaven
By hell
Or thy holy father
Or the strained curse of Lucifer's misfortune
Taken with two stones and one rock
A mouthful of prayer and eternities of sin
Joyous at the righteousness
Eager to bend the spine of his word
Fortune gracing her bust
Solitude wrapped around her neck
Fresh berries crushed between her breath
A sigh of content
Silence speaking in the presence of the Lord
Grace reaching its final peak
Snatched! Taken before recieved
Eyes pooling at the edge of their carnal nature
No deserves such holy pleasure
Says the devil to the fallen angel