My Melodious Angel

I gaze at you intently in the shadows
of my own delirious mind
You are perfect in every way
as you stand in that glittering existence

Your melodious chime drips
in a symphony too magnificent for my ears,
and yet, you doubt yourself
You doubt your angelic grace and beauty

That veil of glossed, ebony dancing
around your voluptuous curves
capture my jaded optics, causing my fingertips
to tingle wantonly for each silken strand

Your creamy, porcelain flesh sends shocks
throughout my entire body, tempting me
And to think those painted, midnight lips
are actually mine to kiss and part for your cries
Such thoughts are maddening upon my very soul

Your brilliance is a blessing I am unworthy of
The eternal light of pure love shining upon me
is far too extraordinary for a tainted whelp
Yet you insist that I am the angel

That is true purity in its fullest,
and to be granted the honor of caressing
the frail ivory that is your skin
is a gift nothing else could ever replace

The euphony you play for me
is the most spellbinding of all