My Dark Angel

by VIVIENNE   Jul 2, 2011


I lay under the weaping willow, thinking of my one. His hot breath, his hard chest. The Kisses that leave me speachless. I close my eyes and think of his love as the cold raindrops fall from the gray colored sky.
"We will be together again, my love." He whispers to me. And as I cry out in protest he spreads his black radiant wings and flys back to the hell in the sky. He is my Dark Forbidden Angel.

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