Angel of Destiny

Moonlight waltzing on porcelain skin
Incandescent, smooth and cool to the touch
Mahogany curls, so thick and undulating,
A regal crown in all its grandeur

Almond eyes so perfectly shaped
With a gleam that never fades,
A sinuous, body weaving in and out of shape
One only her truest love can embrace

Limbs so long, lips so passionate
Pursed, they yearn to kiss.
Features sculpted without flaw
Beauty eternal; Enduring grace

She, a drifting flurry
Over newly fallen snow
Woman, Angel, Enchantress, Seraph
Does he glimpse her outstretched wings
Hidden behind the tattered, hollow trees

How she longs to reach out,
Break the pain that has entombed her
Quench the lust which beckons her
Ignite the emanating heat that consumes her

She pleas for his soothing caress
His divine touch, their forbidden kiss
Luring him with soothing words,
Which fall from her sumptuous mouth

Her flesh; burning for only him
Her heart; bleeding for only him
Her soul; crying for only him

Will he stroke the curls that bounce so freely
Or gaze into the eyes which shine so fiercely
Can he touch the flesh that wears the scars of reality
And captivate her very soul that will spin their world
Into an illicit fantasy

Dream lover, open your eyes and let them see
That this woman is very well
Your angel of destiny...