My Angel

I see you with him in my mind, clutching his arm, with that smile on your face. You're just glad an angel fell from the sky and you found him. My angel. Don't touch him. Quit touching him. Kissing him, loving him. That's what I'm supposed to do. I see you in his room. In his bed, in his clothes. You're all over him and he's all over you. I can see your perfect black hair gliding over his face. He kisses your neck. His love is too good for you, or anyone. It was too good for me. I can see him in my mind. He's perfect, always perfect. There you are, touching him still. Devour his taste, his scent, his flawless beauty. Savor them and wonder why he shares them with you. He's delicious, but he touches you now. I want to remember that taste forever, but I can already feel it's sweetness dripping off my tounge. His hand falls into yours. How I long to feel his tender skin pressing into mine again. Never let go of that hand, for you will miss it's presence more than anything. Never hurt my angel, do not tear at his wings or claw at his heart. Keep him perfect forever. My angel deserves nothing less.