April In December
Walking along an empty, lonely path;
I fight my piercing, damning thoughts.
Alas, I came upon an Angel in wrath;
Castaway, as a naked soul of naught.
Peering her eyes; where sadness lies;
I fell helpless, upon a bleeding heart.
Never had I ever heard, angelic cries;
Until the day, I drew close from apart.
Fleeting dreams of holding her flew;
Softly we'd dance, from adjoined hips.
Wrapping her to me, like color to hue;
Followed by; a taste of her sacred lips.
Once night drew long, then grew cold;
Softly slipping; it's a heart I now hold!