BY CAROLE NICHOLS
Deep within the velvet comfort of sleep,
In the night when angels fly,
A whisper penetrates, scattering dreams;
A touch of a hand, a brush of lips
The heart pulses with promise,
For the whisper strikes a chord.
That kind angel knocks at the door
And enters with such quiet joy;
Sending a whisper upon his wings
And sending all thoughts to the wind.
Telling with a promise of heaven
That he is yours and yours alone.
Sweet angel, speaking till all is alive
Vibrating and pulsing, passion rules.
Embraced in arms warm to touch;
Impaled with love, strong and hot;
Body listening as the angel whispers,
Riding on ribbons of rapture.
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