Posts tagged “clouds

Angel fucking

i’ve always wanted to fuck an angel.
a real one,
you know, from heaven,
with wings and everything.

not just because it would be
deliciously blasphemous,
but because we could fly
as we made love.

wouldn’t that be awesome?
to fuck,
hundreds, thousands
of feet up in the air?

bursting in and out of clouds,
to float above them,
deep
inside each other.

flying through a rain cloud
as we came
or a hail storm
if we felt like spicing it up.

after we could bathe
in a light shower
or
some gentle irish mist.