Sinning Angels

He comes to me at night
Wrapping me up in his wings
Soothing my skin with kisses
Fingers stripping off clothing
As ever touch brings a shiver
Murmurings turning into moans
Whispering breathlessly in my ear
Of things unspeakable
Of tortured souls being eased
As they come together
Grinding against me relentlessly
I'm forced to spread my legs
Letting him in with a small gasp
Ah, how sweet it is to be taken
Wholly - willingly - completely
Fingers gripping damp sheets
As his french murmurs fill my ears
Deliciously foreign
Mysteriously entrapping
Rising and falling with each other
Pushing and pulling against
What he gives and what he takes
Twines around my soul, my body
Fingers lacing together
Being pressed back against the bed
As both angels grab at once
Taking what's needed as we
- Collapse -
Tangled in sheets and exhausted
From playing against sinful love
Finally falling asleep in his arms
Wings having gone limp