Weekends (Broken Wings)

I have a love affair with angels
Wearing halo’s while the suns shining bright
Good girls who change personalities
A transformation that happens at night.

There are some who crave adventure
So they go out to clubs and bars
Ignoring their heavenly curfew
The path home now lit by stars.

The variety can be amazing
Ranging from blonds to those with dark hair
Complimented by tight jeans, and high heels
Lovely creatures dancing free without care.

Some short, some tall
Some blessed with curves
Some enticed by the visual
While others fall for sweet words.

I am no judge, I offer pain and pleasure
No pressure is given
The decisions made at their leisure.

Sometimes we make heavenly music
Fueled by lust and the bodies primal beat
A silence broken by heavy breathing
Wings spread wide in an atmosphere of bed sheets.

For those who’ve been drinking
It’s best to spend the night
Much safer to head back home
When the way is lit by sunlight.

About my love affair with angels
In the morning as I’m kissed farewell
They always make me promise
If god asks, don’t kiss and tell.