fallen angel

she used to be my friday night call,
in skirts and dresses a flight landing to my door,
stockings that rose from the toes,
and disappeared into her inner thighs,
tops and blouses with no underlying bra,
was hard avoiding to stare,
her lips lucious,
her eyes close to pure,
her hair an indian touch...glossy,
flying in the wind,soft to my feel,
we used to play fight in bed,
working fingers over her warm flesh,
and tongue to her craving,
after a leak of juices,
and a down pour of sweat we lay in smiles,
and i would watch her sleep,
feeling her take breath,
and her heart rythmical beats,
warmth below white linen,
nothing angel-like beneath,
but two bodies garment-less,
and she was a maiden so sweet,
from her lips to the fountain between her thighs,
in moans and laughter,
to kisses stolen in the streets,
and she was an angel on earth,
a fair damsel that did sail with me,
but she was from my rib not,
but another mans' treasure,
and now he captains' her moves,
in his castle she lives,
in his bed she lies,
drowning in tears and a torn heart,
in black eyes and a broken nose,
babies filling,
and another yet to come,
but i pity her less,
but move on my way,
to a destiny set..