Predilection
With burning lustful desire and the pain of your absence,
I bathe this canvas in my love-soaked thoughts
Could it be, you were cast out from heavenly clouds for causing envy amongst angels?
Oh beautiful heavenly being!
I stand before thee, a hungry lustful beast.
My mouth wet with anticipation.
My scarlet loins eternally bleed upon thy shores.
For only a true angel could make me feel this way
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