The Devil Meets an Angel

His breath quickens as he
Rests upon my cheek. His wings
wrapped like silk against my growing heart. 
I have no idea how
We begin, or how we part.
His eyes fire red like the evening sun, as
my eyes so causiously rest upon his skin.
He's wild inside yet so tame within.
And I want the love growing deep within him,
Yet it kills, like a dagger with no shield
And no sword, he dives through the waves,
Like he's done it before.
His arms hold me up as I
Lay down to die, I see silk within
A stranger that I never knew at all.
He rides me like the heavens 
Are about to jump, or fall.
The angels sing above me, stars
Alight and whimpering, I bite his 
Muscled neck with ease and hear a symphony. 
A duresk smile escapes my bruised 
Red ruby lips, I had no idea
Art was such a flattering-fine choice, like this. 
So I call his name with little ease, imagining
A man like this, I blush from head to toe
With cheeks of such pink ruby rose.
The real Devil stands up tall and walks away
From angelic me. An angle is
Nothing compared to the demon 
That this man set free.

Boneata Bell

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