THE PAIN WAS DELICIOUSLY EXQUISITE
THE PAIN WAS DELICIOUSLY EXQUISITE
The pain was deliciously exquisite
Down to our last visit.
We were so high dancing in the sky
You blamed me for not being magic
Fulfilling only fantasies is so tragic
I felt the warmth of your light
Taking me on that beautiful flight
The warmth turned to heat
I craved the bittersweet
My angel wings wrapped you in desire
Then I flew ever higher
To be consumed by your fire.
© Alison B 2002
The pain was deliciously exquisite
Down to our last visit.
We were so high dancing in the sky
You blamed me for not being magic
Fulfilling only fantasies is so tragic
I felt the warmth of your light
Taking me on that beautiful flight
The warmth turned to heat
I craved the bittersweet
My angel wings wrapped you in desire
Then I flew ever higher
To be consumed by your fire.
© Alison B 2002
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