Angel No. 5

He grabs her by the gleaming wings    
Straps her spread-eagled on the bed    
He marvels at her stoic smile    
But craves the ripple in her thighs    
The sheen of perspiration on her breasts    
That scent traveling to his snout    
   
She breaks her bonds when he succumbs    
Her cry of triumph rising high    
He brays when he himself is bound    
Strapped and sweating on the bed    
He ponders her heady mystery    
Wonders whence this sweet aroma    
This captivating fragrance  
The scent of Angel No. 5.
 
Happy Easter folks!