Angel's Breath

An Angel's breath upon my chest,
My fist in her hair.
Her breath's cadence, a song.
Napping in nook, slumber sublime,
Sweet kisses on forehead
Fingertips now lightly caress
her wings, divine.
Only minutes before were her lips on my staff
In wanton lust devouring its velvet covered steel.
Her desire to serve,
Her need to kneel.
Her precious agony as I struck each time
Lifted the Angel to her alternate heaven.
That heaven unspoken, that heaven on earth
Where the Angel reaches her heights
Yet hurtles to depraved depths
Her surrender is mine.
Here in this nook doth she lie.
This nook of solace, her place of safety and respite.
When soon she awakens
To serve once more
The Angel's breath shall have new cadence.
The breath of a whore.