You are not my angel.
They died long ago,
And it’s better that
Way for I found them
Much too hard to embrace.
Ethereal wings and blinding white
Light does make it so
Difficult to hold hands,
Let alone kiss cherub lips.
I find I much prefer you.
Your solid company and
Banter, your warm embrace
And mere look fills me with
The confidence to conquer
Your lips
Are the solace I seek and
Your body is the
I wish to return to.
I will pay the price for his sins
To enter the garden and
Reclaim paradise.
-theGester
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