arielsgoddess
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- Jul 22, 2009
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To one of the kindest & sweetest on the forum:
In the aftermath of her birthday bash
The sad angel sits on clouds of paper wrappings
Pulls down srteamers strung like aurora borealis
Her sighing survey now interrupted by my tappings
She answers me at the front door gracefully naked
Then turns a slow swirl to welcome me in further
Her softly fluffed and folded wings trailing confetti
That she bends to clean up but I must defer her
Leading her by the hand to where we stand
Next to the leftover cake on the kitchen table
I tell her that I'm sorry that I missed the party
So I'm here to give her the best gift I am able
She is puzzled as I gently lift her on to the top
Of the strong table's white flower and lace cover
Explaining with sliding hands and tender kisses
That I have come to honor the occasion as her lover
She gasp with flashing eyes as I grasp the knife
Putting it to my throat to cut the braid behind me
I begin then to unwind the long shining vine
My sacrifice to make the most intimate of bindings
Her pupils and lips and breasts swell full
Her wings puffing as well in seraphim excitement
I have barely begun with my own tongue
When the damp lace says she needs no more enticement
Her wrists are wrapped and bound behind her back
As I kiss and drip on flesh the wax of birthday candles
Both of our tensions build to needing fulfilled
Her one-way embraces more than we can handle
We tussle to fuss and fall across the cake
Covering each other in frosting and girlish giggles
But our sticky breasts are locking like dyslexic legos
So I begin licking away the sugary stuff from her nipples
Before too long she's singing the birthday suit song
Not exactly with words yet somewhat slurred I hear my name
Cutting her loose with a whisper as I bend down to kiss her
I might be late but the party was great because the Angel came
In the aftermath of her birthday bash
The sad angel sits on clouds of paper wrappings
Pulls down srteamers strung like aurora borealis
Her sighing survey now interrupted by my tappings
She answers me at the front door gracefully naked
Then turns a slow swirl to welcome me in further
Her softly fluffed and folded wings trailing confetti
That she bends to clean up but I must defer her
Leading her by the hand to where we stand
Next to the leftover cake on the kitchen table
I tell her that I'm sorry that I missed the party
So I'm here to give her the best gift I am able
She is puzzled as I gently lift her on to the top
Of the strong table's white flower and lace cover
Explaining with sliding hands and tender kisses
That I have come to honor the occasion as her lover
She gasp with flashing eyes as I grasp the knife
Putting it to my throat to cut the braid behind me
I begin then to unwind the long shining vine
My sacrifice to make the most intimate of bindings
Her pupils and lips and breasts swell full
Her wings puffing as well in seraphim excitement
I have barely begun with my own tongue
When the damp lace says she needs no more enticement
Her wrists are wrapped and bound behind her back
As I kiss and drip on flesh the wax of birthday candles
Both of our tensions build to needing fulfilled
Her one-way embraces more than we can handle
We tussle to fuss and fall across the cake
Covering each other in frosting and girlish giggles
But our sticky breasts are locking like dyslexic legos
So I begin licking away the sugary stuff from her nipples
Before too long she's singing the birthday suit song
Not exactly with words yet somewhat slurred I hear my name
Cutting her loose with a whisper as I bend down to kiss her
I might be late but the party was great because the Angel came
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