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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