Through the Eyes of a Fallen Angel- Soul

Each of her breaths feels as if it's my own. Each kiss is a band-aid to my shattered soul. She's bringing the pieces together again. She touches me in ways that I have not been touched before. Gentleness has never known me until she came along. 1

Both our cheeks are flushed. We need not feel shame in this. For the first time in our lives we can be free. Naked not only physically but emotionally as well. Exposed for all that we are and all that we once were and will not be again. I lie beside a woman; a little girl broken inside. She lies beside a woman; a little girl screaming to be unsilenced. We are not what we ought to be but what we were meant to be. 2

I cannot help but surround her with my warmth, my love. She lies beneath me, a broken goddess but I am the glue that pieces her together again. I am to her what she is to me. When we falter the other is always there to pick us up again. We do not fall without arms to catch us; always. 3

Tenderness does not begin to describe the passion I engulf her in. I kiss her soft lips, tracing over her porcelain skin, down her neck, over her breasts. Each of her sighs and moans drives me to cause more. I take each of her nipples into my mouth and gently suck, nibbling lightly on each. Hoping to bring her pleasure no matter how small. I can feel the pleasure ripple through her body with each tremble she feels. 4

My hands roam as my tongue and lips do. Smooth skin met with worked hands. In my mind she is the epitome of beautiful. I may place her on a pedestal but the eyes I look at her through are not rose-tinted. Traveling her body with lips, tongue, fingers; teasing, touching, sucking, kissing. Her pleasure pleases me. 5

I am inside her; mind, body, soul. Teasing her with my tongue, pushing into her to drive her to the edge. I can feel her tremble and shake, uncontrollably; not in pain but in pleasure. My ears are filled with moans, sighs, and small screams. I feel the muscles in her body tighten, the tension building. I plead with her to let go. She looks down towards me; I can see the lust and the darkness in her eyes, and then she closes them and falls from reality. 6

Her soul has given itself over to me. I hold it's signature in my hand. I can't help but taste it and hope to make it final by letting mine meet with hers. Her recovery is slow and I take that time to soften her. Gently touching and kissing. Simply bringing her back from where our souls meld. 7

I lie beside her and stroke her hair. Her eyes are still dark and the fire that lies beside them has not been extinguished but enkindled. Her strength has returned and she starts to return my touches, my kisses. I've already started to tremble under her touch. My soul is willing to be freed. 8

Each sense has been heightened. I feel even the softest touch. Sighs and moans escape me with no control. She finds all the places I've tried to ignore and knows just how to make me feel unashamed of all that I am. I feel alive for the first time. She woke my body up and shook my soul from its stupor. 9

I can feel her on the inside. She's caressing scars that have never been seen. I thought that I had lost the ability to purr but she brings it out in me again. The heat rolls off our bodies in waves. She's making love to me but she's also nurturing me. 10

My soul is begging to be free. I cannot contain it any longer and when I let go she knows it. Tears streak down both of our young faces. It is not pain or sadness that causes the tears. It's understanding and freedom that brings it forth. She lies down on my chest. My heartbeat is racing and she listens to it; a lullaby to her soul. Peace has found us at last. But the journey has just begun…11

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