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While God's Away...
An angel,
wearing thigh high leather boots
shining jet black like her eyes
slid open my bedroom door
real wide.
She hovered motionless
framing the moment
hand on hip coy.
I was praying it wasn't a dream
before I managed to mumble
'Hi, honey, come on in,
but be sure and leave
your halo outside.'
She moved with that tantalizing grace
only angels know
as sensual as a warm finger
rolling slowly through melting butter.
'God's away on a business trip'
she blushed
'Let's say... He's otherwise engaged
and I heard what you did
for my sister the other night
so I thought I'd
drop by.'
Her voice hummed perfume
in a husky Southern drawl
and the words seemed to lick at her lips
before they glided through the air
to nestle like kisses around my ears.
Temperatures were steaming high
and I could feel her angel heart
already pounding skinny skin to mine,
my mouth was dry and I needed a drink--
the stiffest and hardest I could find.
As my angel moved closer
I watched her long legs
crinkling the curve of that boot leather
each step a caress
softer than the finest rose petal
all ready to crumple in my hands.
I could smell heavy heads of corn
the tall grass of summer swaying in a warm breeze.
This was more than personal
a hunger so real
you could cut its full blooded passion
with a burning scythe of desire
and I was cocksure certain
the sexiest angel in the whole of God's heaven
was about to be
truly mine.
So when I felt the knife
looked down
and noticed the blood--
it was more trickle than gush,
I was too surprised to scream or cry.
The half finished bourbon
slipped from my hand,
agony engulfing me in a wave.
I could feel the chill of steel
writhing through my guts like a snake
before her dark eyes flashed one last time
'Never fuck with an angel,'
she whispered
And then as I stared at the gates of Hell
and back at heaven
she blew me a kiss:
'It's writ in the Bible, lover,
didn't you know
God's a truly,
jealous
guy.'
wearing thigh high leather boots
shining jet black like her eyes
slid open my bedroom door
real wide.
She hovered motionless
framing the moment
hand on hip coy.
I was praying it wasn't a dream
before I managed to mumble
'Hi, honey, come on in,
but be sure and leave
your halo outside.'
She moved with that tantalizing grace
only angels know
as sensual as a warm finger
rolling slowly through melting butter.
'God's away on a business trip'
she blushed
'Let's say... He's otherwise engaged
and I heard what you did
for my sister the other night
so I thought I'd
drop by.'
Her voice hummed perfume
in a husky Southern drawl
and the words seemed to lick at her lips
before they glided through the air
to nestle like kisses around my ears.
Temperatures were steaming high
and I could feel her angel heart
already pounding skinny skin to mine,
my mouth was dry and I needed a drink--
the stiffest and hardest I could find.
As my angel moved closer
I watched her long legs
crinkling the curve of that boot leather
each step a caress
softer than the finest rose petal
all ready to crumple in my hands.
I could smell heavy heads of corn
the tall grass of summer swaying in a warm breeze.
This was more than personal
a hunger so real
you could cut its full blooded passion
with a burning scythe of desire
and I was cocksure certain
the sexiest angel in the whole of God's heaven
was about to be
truly mine.
So when I felt the knife
looked down
and noticed the blood--
it was more trickle than gush,
I was too surprised to scream or cry.
The half finished bourbon
slipped from my hand,
agony engulfing me in a wave.
I could feel the chill of steel
writhing through my guts like a snake
before her dark eyes flashed one last time
'Never fuck with an angel,'
she whispered
And then as I stared at the gates of Hell
and back at heaven
she blew me a kiss:
'It's writ in the Bible, lover,
didn't you know
God's a truly,
jealous
guy.'
Published 25th Feb 2010
| Edited 20th Nov 2012
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Anonymous
25th Feb 2010 10:55am
surprised me ,I was looking for something else towards the end as the build-up was so heated, full of incredibly dainty expressions,
"her hunger was so real you could cut it"-
thats such a lovely line.Loved it A.
"her hunger was so real you could cut it"-
thats such a lovely line.Loved it A.
25th Feb 2010 11:16am
How gratifying that the plan worked, Priya. I'm never really sure with a piece like this. Thank you for that kind feedback.
25th Feb 2010 1:13pm
particularly i liked this stanza:
Her voice was husky Southern drawl
and when she spoke
the words seemed to lick at her lips
before they slid over
and into my ears
it creates sexual, moving atmosphere. when i was reading it i imagined words being small golden birds making nests of fresh and original metaphors. it certainly maked this poem work.
again - i liked your black humor in this one. you drew a thick red-blooded line between human and an angel. enjoyed reading it
Her voice was husky Southern drawl
and when she spoke
the words seemed to lick at her lips
before they slid over
and into my ears
it creates sexual, moving atmosphere. when i was reading it i imagined words being small golden birds making nests of fresh and original metaphors. it certainly maked this poem work.
again - i liked your black humor in this one. you drew a thick red-blooded line between human and an angel. enjoyed reading it
25th Feb 2010 7:21pm
Your response is a poem in itself, Natalya - what with the small golden birds and the thick red blooded line -that imagery is a real treat! Thanks for such kind words and very professional feedback - what a star you are.
Anonymous
25th Feb 2010 1:42pm
a few dashes of (jet black) humour reminds me, once again, of Charles Bukowski. There are some awesome metaphors here, such as the burning scythe and the finger through melting butter, and the sudden twist near the end really jolted me.
25th Feb 2010 7:42pm
You can't beat a good final twist, Jack. To say this reminds you a tad of JB is high praise indeed. Unlike the other three bitches - this one was a lot of fun to write. Thanks for your kind words.
25th Feb 2010 7:12pm
From start to stop, a soulful sensory experience. Excellent combination of sex and violence.
25th Feb 2010 8:53pm
Thank you for your kind words Matthew - any feedback is always most welcome.
Anonymous
25th Feb 2010 10:56pm
Enjoyable read with some beautifully rich expressions that the others have identified in previous comments...
I hope my death will be that seductive!
S
I hope my death will be that seductive!
S
25th Feb 2010 11:06pm
Don't go just yet Steven - I need more of your great comments. Thanks again.
28th Feb 2010 10:33am
The beauty of an angel is enough to fool anyone. I love the way you portray God as having human emotions - "jealousy". Don't know what to comment on as everybody else has practically said all I wanted to - the end was truly unexpected.
A stunning read, will surely read this over many times. :)
A stunning read, will surely read this over many times. :)
28th Feb 2010 11:39am
This seemed a natural follow-up to 'Sex with an Angel' - after all we couldn't have God being cheated on without some form of repercussion could we. Thanks for your kind and ecouraging support, Arryn.
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