Faeriepoet

Down Through the Valley of White Angels. By Lauren Ressler Waiting. Degrading. My clothes disappear before your eyes. I am less and you are god. My words drift past your ears as silent as bubbles. My indignation doubles. All I see are your greedy lips, Your hungry eyes. Like a wolf you feast Hot lust feeds an angry beast, He stares at me. He is in every movement; hidden wrath. Holding my breath I wait For you to finish, for my terror to abate. I don't love you. I couldn't if I tried. The wolf lolls but does not sleep. Hot passion, fear and hate, run deep. With smoldering eyes I glare At your tethered power. White angels

One beat Piercingly black Lusciously black The night was a palpable black I touched it, it moved. The black fell upon me in waves Simultaneously taught…and relaxed It was like a bass beat so low you are pulsing with it Feeling it…You have two heart beats in your body. I move, sway. It pulses through me. Enticing. My heart beat twines with the night…only one beat is left in me now. WAIT! What's happening? A pale figure slides into view She also merges with the sultry beat. She does not belong here though. Her pale alabaster skin and blindingly white robes hurt. They clash with the pure dark, absorbing beauty around them. A