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He summons me and when he lays eyes on me, he calls me “Angel”.
A soft kiss, a firm touch; a twist, a bend, a straight line from desire to ecstasy.
He orders me to kneel and when I comply, he calls me “Angel”.
Robbed of sight, robbed of sound; a sting, a thud, a staircase winding ever upwards to oblivion.
He makes me fall apart, and when I come back together, he calls me “Angel”.

When I moan, I am his angel.

When I cry, I am his angel.

When I whisper, I am his angel.

When I am silent, I am his angel.

And in the dark of night I know I am his because I am his angel and without me he is lost.

7 minutes ago, zixx69 said:

He should call you queen

I prefer angel.

1 minute ago, Princess_Consuela said:

I prefer angel.

Ok angle 😇

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