Burning Angel

Angel burning
Burning bright
Burning brightly in the night

Wings aflame
Heart aflutter
Turning legs
To melted butter

Skin but canvas
For ink varieties
Some deep and permanent
Others a biological temporary tease

Breasts heave
Loins ache as they will
Some in emptiness
Others in the urge to fill

All scenarios play out
In purpose found playgrounds
Sets for a hedonistic dance
Inundated in primal sounds

Players for the cause
Giving hearts a pause
With their beauty
Their passion
Their brilliance

Burning Angel burning bright
Sweeping away any vestige of sight
Leaving only one last image of you

Forever burned into now forever night

O Burning Angel

O Beacon of light