One night with an angel

When morning comes, light breaks through the darkness,

I feel you breathing against my chest,

Wrapped tightly in my arms, I take in your scent, exhaling your sin,

Every inhale brings forth a new memory,

Flesh against flesh, your warm smooth skin sustains me,

My fingers draw on your shoulder while you sleep,

Etching passionate memories of the night past,

My lips press to your neck, slowly bringing you back to me,

I stop breathing, not wanting to disturb your slumber,

Hand in hand, holding you with a tight embrace,

A slight shift and I am face to face with my angel,

Piercing blue eyes unfold and tear into my heart,

One finger pressed against my lips, my nerve is calmed,

Shivers run up my spine as your fingertips gently grace my skin

Every kiss intoxicates me; every touch brings me to the brink of insanity,

Bodies moving, melting into one, separating only for oxygen,

Slow temped rhythms turn to a quickened pace

A fierce fire tempers our passion until, eruption,

Sweat beaded brows, shaking limbs, sporadic breathing,

This night we shared, the memory just developed,

I question how long it will last, answered only by a kiss,

Why worry about what was, when you have what is,

One night or one day,

I will take hold of what was, and build upon what could be,

What could be, with my devilish angel.