Feathered wings, a beautiful sight
She stands a seraph, radiant light,
Soft, delicate feet caress the ground
From full and firm lips not a sound
She is my guardian angel.
A captive soul, held by her jeweled eyes
A hungry mind, gently touching milky thighs,
Perfumed hair silken, she has me beguiled
A powerful man, though before her a child.
She is my life, my angel.
If ever an angel seared my soul
Scorched her name into my heart,
It is my beautiful winged Seraph
Who has pierced my flesh with Cupids dart.
My Seraph, my gorgeous angel.
Phil Hall August 2013
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