Written in 2008 to an unidentified woman.
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If I were an angel I would not feel
this sharp, roaring desire to enter you.
To merge with you and lose myself, burning
with a penetrative moment we hold
high from the sky and make heaven our bed.
If I were an angel I would not feel
the mad, feral hunger to demonstrate
the arousal you can invoke with eyes
that speak to me of your own wilding thirst,
needing to draw an avatar of me
in fluids crimson and pale, I surrender.
If I were an angel. But you know that
I am but man, craving your blood and fire.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.