I have an angel!
Yes, I am sure!
But he is not a normal one:
His wings aren’t white, no, they are black.
He isn’t just keeping me save, he keeps me company in my loneliness.
He isn’t watching from far, he’s so close that I can feel him.
His touch feels like a breeze of winter air and runs cold down my spine. His touch is seducing, he wants me to belong to him.
I follow him blindly to sinful places. I can’t live without him, I am an addict.
My Black Angel owns my soul and still wants so much more. I am ready to give him all of me.
He woke in me a deep desire that never will be stilled as long as I am willing to belong to him.
Till the end of my life I will lie at his feet and be whatever he wants me to be.
He plays a dangerous game in which I’m in too deep. I can’t cut the strings that attach me to him.