My unheralded Angel,
who knows from where you came.
You beckon me forward into your arms.
Your voice like honey slips through my veins,
like a resonant note, played on a harp.
You whisper all the things I want,
My desires, my thoughts, my all.
You know me better than I do myself,
My wants, my dreams, my love.
My darkest dreams you lay bare and promise me each one.
Your mouth is hot against my own as we become as one.
You kiss each wound you have bestowed,
I am grateful for each and every one.
For who else could know what lies inside my breast?
My dark Angel you are the one.