My Angel

Flying above me, His white wings floating Among the fluffy clouds Within the intensity of the sky Colored by the brightness of the fiery sun. Beating in the air, Softly and lightly, He seemed to float. He seemed to float among the gentle swirls of white, His foamy white wings blending within the softness. He stretches out for me. He stretches his hand out tenderly. Reaching for me. Waiting for me. I feel the warmth of his hand As I reach him with my own He pulls me; he lifts me Up above into the sky, Within the softness Within the gentleness Of the pure white mists As they gently caress my face. He holds me in his embrace, As my soul intensifies with the joy I had never felt before. I felt the arrow of Eros Embed itself within my heart, Beating loud and strong, As the blood of passion surged Through my heated veins. "Thank you, Angel," I whisper quietly into his ear. "My Angel."