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 I met my angel among demons in space, and then he was just a man. Before long, we were falling, falling fast and hard to earth. We held on tight to one another and neither the wind nor the rain falling with us could separate us. As we entered the atmosphere of lingering love we sort of floated, above it all. Clouds and beauty surrounded us. Didnt take long for us to realize that we were in heaven. So vast and wide was the space and we wondered if we belonged there. We wandered this unimaginable solace together and we were happy there, together. I sprouted my wings and soon had to hold him up in the clouds. He became heavy and arduous to carry. He was just a man and perhaps didnt belong here but I wanted him there, so I held on. He was the reason I had ever grew these wings that allowed me fly this high. How could I let him go? Now the wind and rain that once left us untarnished now weakened me and I let him go. As he fell I saw in his eyes that he thought I had brought him this high only to drop him, no love, we fell together. Remember? I reached out for him knowing that my lingering hand would not save him. Just as I began to lose hope, I saw the most amazing thing, this mortal that was just shrinking out of sight was now soaring through the skies. Thank you Angel. Love, Your Angel More Than He Is Remarkable, how unaware it seems, he is of his effect on one such as me Beauty captured in a single glance, one look of his eye,  A single stroke of his hand and all the beauty in the world belongs to him  His possession of simple simplicity entrances more than me A task it is defining such a being with words  So much of a understatement for the actual someone I speak of,  yet it seems its a fathomless pit towards the just of him  Leagues and Leagues undiscovered even by himself  The art of description does not scratch the surface of life inside a single inflection of his voice  Sorry he can not be spoken, for he is beyond speech and therefore more than he describes me to be  Not having ever met god I can not say, but Im pretty understanding of his intentions
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recent blog postsSweetest SinPosted It didn't matter that he was not mine, it took only a glance and we both knew the same thing, we had to have each other. That's all that really mattered. He should have been mine anyway. I had second thoughts as I stepped to his door labeled 69 in my knee length Christian Dior coat, high heel pumps and black thong. I laughed at the coincidence. I felt the inside of my thighs get wet with anticipation. He wants it too, I thought. I put my hand up to knock and the door opened, with him standing... (continue reading) |
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