Angel

Maybe it was time,

Hours flowing away from mine,

Heart.

Like a stream, racing towards the line that we never reach.

But I hope, that the same stream will carry my

Body.

So that I may touch,

Slowly, softly stimulate your sensual soothing skin.

And touch my lips to yours,

Lips textured as supple as a young rosebud,

moistened in morning dew.

While i settle my fingers in your silkened dense locks,

Much as is entangled,

Deep and contorted my

Soul.

It was the night, the fairest flower, that illuminated

After I woke up to the bright summer sun.

And from then on came the longest night.

Yet she still illuminates, as if upon her,

Selene, that lunatic, shines all of herself!

So seems that same time, were to ebb,

And permit me to receive what had distanced,

A miracle many yearn for!

As Chronos himself angers,

At my selfish victory!

"Forgive me Greek lord, father of time,

Who constantly has everyone racing behind their world.

I can sympathize with your predicament."

Oh, the irony.

But she's my goddess.

My captivating and enchanting seductress.

"It is sad that you cannot stop your own time,

And adore her finesse."

Her scent inviting,

The young, lively and emollient elocution beckoning.

She is now far,

Yet closer than ever.

I'll embrace even the distance, for it will fade soon!

So hold thy peace gods, for transcended from your palace,

She is my angel!