~Angel~
The predator sits with her all-knowing,
coyly staying in distance.
To ignite her senses and explode her passions,
definitely test his persistence.
But he treads the violent waters,
swallowing her sweet scents—
every muscle pulsing to her heart beat;
every look away multiplying his descent.
She stirs with perfect potential
as his hunger heavenly heightens.
Her majestic beauty and controlling charisma
wraps around his affection and tightens.
Her white gown flows effectively in the wind
as her halo of flowers balloons eternally.
He crawls next to her and touches her hand,
and she turns, smiling, lovingly.
But he can’t hear her sweet words,
for her lips move, but silence secures the air.
Because she’s only a sentiment of his fantasy
and a jewel among the rare.
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