x Angel x
Scrumptious sweet-pea, sitting patiently beside a proud church-yard; lighthouse of my wounded heart; sumptuously shining upon my rum-soaked soul like a cherished corridor of delirious dreams.
Moral arms locked watchfully together; colossal past secrets guardedly shared like tigers beneath the reeds, by the cold, scarred, cobbled streets.
Never far from aeons of pain, yet so nobly close to hypnotic rapture, I can taste the majestic magnitude; the devout promise of a milk and honey future.
Like a fortune teller, the Sunday morning, lemon sherbet sun reveals the heroine angel in you.
Your wondrous eyes. Your warm, wine flecked wings, spread heavenly on an aura filled, altar of love.
I long to remove the pin from your gorgeous hair. I hunger for the constant smell of your delectable perfume. I crave to feel the wild potential of your devoted hands. I desire to taste the bulletproof prowess of your vital kiss.
Oh the absolute honour, privilege and pleasure of being in your beautiful presence, truest one!
You are luck of horseshoe, a sacred coin; sparks from flames, scattered stars xxx
x JJE x