By B.K.
Date: 3 March 2001

Attacked By an Angel

Sliding my hand up your thigh,
Ooh Darlin, bet you’ve never
been attacked by an Angel huh?
Left the halo at the door, the
wings hanging in the weeping
willow tree. It’s my night off,
from  being good, and your Angel,  
wants to raise, a little Hell.

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