Instinct for self angel love

She was alone dreaming of the love of an angel holding her - raising her to the ceiling. His wings wrapped around her his head upon hers.
A sacred love that met her needs and contained her life, her whole life, in its own right.
A love where all the pain was contained from all the most beautiful dreams in the deepest of sleeps through all the love making she had ever had.
Dreams so beautiful all memory was released into the angels arms to contain her completely in his hands.
All the hurt and sadness, anger and grief, disrespect and anxieties released first paving the way for an offering of twin flame true love that was so hard to father.
Then the thought of an angel in all its innocent council and purity weeping in voice so warm with empathy you could almost hear him cry and break his pledged vow.
And then the angel made love with her when he possessed her body and felt her soft skin, ample breasts and sexual being because he was allowed by God this one true love who had never looked upon him but in a feeling, one whom he'd protected his whole career. One that he thought could never love him as much as he loved her in this short moment in their existence.
And so when it came for him to leave and another angel to take his place he listened to her create her very last poem and then he had to go, so hurt he could never protect her again.
For the trust was broken and would need new council for eternity.