A Sip of Sherrie

A taste of Me.. Poetry, stories and reflections of a Southern Belle. :)

Monday, September 20, 2004

Angels

I heard them a moment ago,
their wings fluttered softly.
But an evil thought scared them away.
I want to dance naked with you
under the smile of a crescent moon;
lick its shape on your thighs.
Demons of lust and moondust,
you and I, something angels can't understand
...or abide.

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