Angelic

I think you are all-some Pretty lady that I know,
Just like a butterfly so graceful and radiant,
As you make me see the smell of roses or lilies,
I can taste the aroma of you in the air and I turn and look,
My eyes catch a glimpse of a bright and shinny form,
The adrenalin flows through every taste bud and I must cover my eyes,
Always when you are near I smell the very sound of a heart beating,
Closer comes that sound and I am looking for the form I saw,
Yet it escapes me still, even as the sound or rhythmic drumming gets louder and louder.
Solar flares frantically burst everywhere around and inside my head,
Blinded and torched my eyes seem to run water down and I rub my hands into them,
 Skin burns and blood pounds within the brain, this must end,
Feeling's so long lost should not be revived,
Angelic suddenly a small strong feminine hand touches my back and wraps around,
Another pulls me toward the first, and envelopes all I am,
Inspired I grab you and hold you tightly, Pulling her close,
Crushing around the body of an angel,
You are consumed by me,
Larger than life , spinning, thrashing, the battle of sex.

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 R. D. Ruffin
 11/02/2009