The Devil’s Thirst: Arrival
Bathed in the brilliance of divine glitter, her garden cradles her
Laced with sheaths of cotton mist, fluffed clouds blanket her canvas
Jovial rays knifing their path through foliage, playfully crowning her shelter
Her shelter, the Tree of Tranquility, set in the midst of her garden
The angel leans, the angel rests, the angel dreams
“My devil”
Whispers of remembrance, shivering through her crimson lips
Fingers running across the scaly trunk, digging through ridges
The angel blinks, the angel breathes, the angel recollects
“My devil”
His brute hide, his bristly charm, his unforgiving lust
His empowering stature, his beastly force, his insatiable thirst
For her, her form, her nectar
Wings folded, feathers gently flickering
The angel stands still, forced against the jagged tree
“My devil”
Godless thoughts tainting her halo, her temptation swells
She must have him, she must abandon divinity, she must submit
She must, she wants, she accepts
Expelling the divine glow from her vision
Reincarnating her devil’s construct
Her fingers wander, deep inside her sacred orifice
The angel gasps, the angle sighs, the angel worships
“My devil”
The mystic oracle, plunges deep into unholy silence
Fingers, defying her mentor, her creator, our father
Lips, chanting her beast’s name
Senses, echoing diabolical trials on her virgin soul
Her nectar drips, her nectar coats, her nectar glistens
“My devil….yes….yes”
The tree sheds, branches imitating her moves
Feet fumbling, wings fluttering, Halo dipping
The angel sings, the angel moans, the angel wails
“My devil is coming. My devil is coming.”
A distant Growl, A violent breeze, A familiar feel
Clouds rumble, Her Garden stales, the tree withers
Her ground quakes, her skin ripples, her eyes wince
“My devil…My Devil….yes…yes”
Her breath collapses, her shape shifts, her aura explodes
In magnificent radiance, in blissful shimmers and dazzling flames
The tree burns, her potion drips, her spirit rests
Opening her lids, her sight is welcomed
By her beast, her creature, her devil
Wings apart and breath fiery
The devil roars
“Take me…my devil”
His angel commands
The devil walks
The devil speeds
The devil arrives
To his angel
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