My Haitian Angel

My Haitian Angel
 
Hovering over me was this beautiful naked angel looking down on me whispering softly not fully awake to ask what is that language you are speaking, she replays in her native language c'est un beau français oh that is French oui sound so sexy my angel.
To my surprise, she spoke English to fulfill your dream just what dream is the one you were having as I tap your shoulder.
 
Tell me what I’d have to change. Who would I have to be
To slip into your arms; for you to make sweet love to me
Must I climb the highest mountain; swim to the ocean floor
Crawl over broken glass — would you demand that I do more
Could you take me as I am, with my issues and my flaws
Pull me to your chest without any hesitation or pause
Slide my hungry tongue between your parted lips
Run my anxious fingers along your quivering hips
Wrap you in my passion, and expose your every need
Press your steamy lips to mine, and every secret freed
Sprinkle your tears across my cheek, confess every desire
Moan your name, call me yours, and set my soul on fire
Need you more with every breath that slips into my chest
Please you nightly, miss you daily, and never compare yourself with the rest
Grip your wrists; look into your eyes, and say the words you long to hear
Kissing you softly, and weeping your name, forever holding you dear
Do I ask for wishes that could never quite come true
Is my sin, my greatest fault, that I can’t stop loving you