My Tenshi
Written by: Myotismon/Michael
Dedicated to: Jezereel
A/N: This is a scene from the story in which
the poem "Arrow" took place. This is when he first
saw her one night before they really met.
Long blond hair
Tresseling down over
An elegant face
And delicate shoulders.
Down a well muscular back
And moving downward to a
Perfectly shaped rump
And passing muscular legs and
Tight, firm calves.
Lengthing to the ground
Trailing the floor behind
Her hair shimmers in the pale moonlight
The wind blows it 'round.
An exquist face
With skin silky
And soft like velvet.
Heaven-filled lips
Sweeter than the sweetest candy
More lucious then the finest chocolate
Teeth sharp as knives
Fangs slipping slowly, . . . silently over her cherry red lips
As her beautiful face once again
Turns cold.
Lips reder than crimson
She presses them together
Ready to face any danger coming her way
Long lengthy eyelashes covering
Magestic moonlit eyes
A midnight blue hue fill two orbs of beauty
A glazed look accompainies it.
Sapphires of an eminance unlike no other
Dangerously aluring eyes, they are
Drowning you in a sea of endless worries and pain
Yet hidding the hope for peace
For happiness with another, perhaps . . .
Her ears are
Elegantly long and pointed
Sharp . . . it curves to the sounds of the night
She is a creature of the night
And she knows it.
Looking at the symbol on her forehead
You see,
She has diamonds, sapphires, and emathist encrested
In a design bringing out more of her beauty.
Her breasts rises and falls
Formulating the rhythm of the hearts together
The seven different beats
Sound louder than the trumpet of the gods
The Blood in her veins
Pulse every few seconds
The constant rumbling in her stomache suggests
She's hungry.
A small, taunt waist and
Flat, chisled stomache
Curves to revel
Shapely, seductive hips hidden
Behind long skin-tight jeans
Hanging rather low on the hips
Favoring the left side more
The blue stripped tiger-skin bikini bottom
Shows its face slightly at the lowest side.
Under skin-tight jeans of blue and silver
Long, elegant legs, behold!,
Tighs, firm and silky smooth
Extending down to
Long, powerful
Ass - kicking feet
Seven long furry
Cat tails outstretch
And breathe some fresh air
Ears twitch
Fangs present
Hands balled into fists
Tails swirl around her body
She has heard something
A sound of some sort
She looks this way and that
Her eyes land on me in my hiding place
Behind a tree
I look at her
She looks at me
Our eyes meet
Finally blue meet blue
I touch her face
She touches mine
She is so soft
So beautiful
Yet, she is so small and fragile
I'm afriad to touch her
Afriad to love
I don't want her hurt
I don't want to hurt her
But . . .
I take one last thing before I
Turn around
Go away
And forget
I steal a kiss
From my tenshi.
My only physical memory of her for all
Of eterenity.
Written by: Myotismon/Michael
Dedicated to: Jezereel
A/N: This is a scene from the story in which
the poem "Arrow" took place. This is when he first
saw her one night before they really met.
Long blond hair
Tresseling down over
An elegant face
And delicate shoulders.
Down a well muscular back
And moving downward to a
Perfectly shaped rump
And passing muscular legs and
Tight, firm calves.
Lengthing to the ground
Trailing the floor behind
Her hair shimmers in the pale moonlight
The wind blows it 'round.
An exquist face
With skin silky
And soft like velvet.
Heaven-filled lips
Sweeter than the sweetest candy
More lucious then the finest chocolate
Teeth sharp as knives
Fangs slipping slowly, . . . silently over her cherry red lips
As her beautiful face once again
Turns cold.
Lips reder than crimson
She presses them together
Ready to face any danger coming her way
Long lengthy eyelashes covering
Magestic moonlit eyes
A midnight blue hue fill two orbs of beauty
A glazed look accompainies it.
Sapphires of an eminance unlike no other
Dangerously aluring eyes, they are
Drowning you in a sea of endless worries and pain
Yet hidding the hope for peace
For happiness with another, perhaps . . .
Her ears are
Elegantly long and pointed
Sharp . . . it curves to the sounds of the night
She is a creature of the night
And she knows it.
Looking at the symbol on her forehead
You see,
She has diamonds, sapphires, and emathist encrested
In a design bringing out more of her beauty.
Her breasts rises and falls
Formulating the rhythm of the hearts together
The seven different beats
Sound louder than the trumpet of the gods
The Blood in her veins
Pulse every few seconds
The constant rumbling in her stomache suggests
She's hungry.
A small, taunt waist and
Flat, chisled stomache
Curves to revel
Shapely, seductive hips hidden
Behind long skin-tight jeans
Hanging rather low on the hips
Favoring the left side more
The blue stripped tiger-skin bikini bottom
Shows its face slightly at the lowest side.
Under skin-tight jeans of blue and silver
Long, elegant legs, behold!,
Tighs, firm and silky smooth
Extending down to
Long, powerful
Ass - kicking feet
Seven long furry
Cat tails outstretch
And breathe some fresh air
Ears twitch
Fangs present
Hands balled into fists
Tails swirl around her body
She has heard something
A sound of some sort
She looks this way and that
Her eyes land on me in my hiding place
Behind a tree
I look at her
She looks at me
Our eyes meet
Finally blue meet blue
I touch her face
She touches mine
She is so soft
So beautiful
Yet, she is so small and fragile
I'm afriad to touch her
Afriad to love
I don't want her hurt
I don't want to hurt her
But . . .
I take one last thing before I
Turn around
Go away
And forget
I steal a kiss
From my tenshi.
My only physical memory of her for all
Of eterenity.