Do you know what it's like to be kissed by an angel?
Her lips are so pretty and pink and she smiles so shy and so innocent and you love it because it makes you feel so bad. Her mouth curves under yours and she sucks the air out of you until you're gasping and your knees are wobbling when she pulls away but you pretend you have it all under control because she looks at you like you do.
Have you ever been looked at by an angel?
Her eyes are so round and so bright. It's eerie how transparent they are and how bright they shine with something new, something strange, something like faith. You pray when she looks at you, because if anyone is going to make you pray, it's an angel with her bright eyes and her boundless faith and her feather fingers running over everywhere that burns.
Have you ever been touched by an angel?
Her skin is so soft and kind, too soft and kind for your sinful hands and it stings so good knowing you've touched every inch of her anyway. Her hands run over your knuckles, your scarred knuckles, and all of her touches feel like salvation. Because you always burn, always burn like a soul in hell, and she turns the fire into light, pure unadulterated light. Your flaming world comes crashing down around you when her feather fingers brush your cheek. She breathes heavy because she doesn't know you're breathing heavy. How doesn't she know you're breathing heavy when every inch of her is pressed against every inch of you?
Have you ever been pressed up against an angel?
Her body is so small and lithe with understated curves and hidden freckles. You love her freckles because you love to see blemishes on your angel, so beautifully imperfect that they make her even better. Her skin is hot under yours and you panic every time because you fear you're dragging her down with you. Her pretty cheeks flush and she's throbbing between your hands. She gives you everything, without doubt or fear. She just let's you have it all. You know you're not dragging her down with you because when she cries out, you feel like you're flying.
Have you ever been sung to by an angel?
Her voice is so pure and light like the air in spring. Her breaths are harsh and heavy, so like you and you feels a possessive rush in your veins at the thought that you may be corrupting an angel. Her voice, though, her voice is clear and high and shrill and brittle and it cracks every time you do that one thing and you don't think you have ever heard a better song. You play her like a lyre, each chord more beautiful than the last, but your favorite is the sound of your name on her tongue. She makes it sound like something good, something right, something worthy of her, something like faith. You can't stand it when she smiles up at you like you're the whole world because if you're the world, then she's a better place. She loves you in spite of it all, because of it all.
Do you know what it's like to be loved by an angel?
I do and it feels like Heaven.
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Basically, Lissy