On Wings of Angels 

I hear the whisper of her wings,

Before I see her wondrous form.

She alights lightly in my presence. 

Lifts my chin that always dips 

When I gaze in wonder 

At her naked beauty 

Her skin translucent 

Without blemish 

Her full curves testimony 

to the perfect design of the deities 

The feathers close over her form

As she comes close to me 

Trailing her nail along my evident pleasure

Kneeling, she worships as only angels can

Enfolding me within her wings 

Her angelic voice soars and swoops 

As ecstatic sounds reverberate 

She licks her smiling lips 

As we sing our praise to her maker