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|The Angel At The Office (standard:poetry, 350 words)|
|Author: Michael H. Silverman||Added: Dec 05 2000||Views/Reads: 2505/4||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|She is like the movement of summer's heated breeze|
The Angel At The Office. You don't know me, or perhaps you do, We met... several times, Every dreaming quality of love seemed to blaze its phoenix colors in the cloudless skies rising through a zenith of opalescent beauty in the fire and the essence of your eyes, your silken tresses... how they flashed in my thoughts like every luxurious movement of the summer's heated breeze all framing the angelic aptitude of your warmly glowing smile, My heart was caught upon you, it went beating its wings so softly, so trying to impress itself upon you, but I could not speak to you of this... You and I pass near within the place, You are everything that every heart desires, and how many times I passed so near and said a word to you, and saw the way your warmly breathing form made itself appear so full in the way you moved, or perhaps I just imagined the impassioned curves of your body beneath the phosphorescent lights of that place where we work, but then I long to feel the fiery heaven of your uncovered bosom pressed to me in gentle love, in warmly swaying motions to rhythm of our love, to fondly then caress the supple sculpture of your form, as an artist how I would delight in touching anything so well crafted but that this... that you.. are a warm and living embodiment of God's command performance... you are His sweetest creation, and here if I said your name in this romantic epistle, it might tremble in the heavens as if I spoke the name of the angel host itself, and then you would know..., know who I am and how I care for you, but dare I make such sounds...? Would I dare hope that you could feel these things for me as I so feel them deeply here for you? ... to know the curve of your sensual mouth slipping gently into the heated frame of my lips for even a moment..., but perhaps I wish too many things of you. - Mike H. Silverman (c)2000 Tweet
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