one: foreplay.
he’d begin by not speaking his mind,
sweet nothings shared only by glance
and actions, as well as
breaths,
he was a thief,
intent on stealing away innocence,
hands tracing the curves and valleys of
an angel’s body;
“lusting is a sin” has lost its meaning by now.

two: intercourse.
it begins slowly, and gasping has
become a rhythm he moves to,
there are short hot breaths against his lips as
they defeat distance in
more ways than one this
is their moment
their time to express their love
and need
and what they crave.

three: afterglow.
climax would lead to bodies
collapsing in a heap,
covered in sheets, they
gasp for eachother’s scent,
hands still roaming their moment
will never end, they’ve
got more romance than
the star-crossed lovers
they’ve
experienced eachother entirely he’s
given up nights of booze and women for him,
for his angel.

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HEUEHUEHUEH DESTIEL POEM.