An angel sat on the edge of my bedHer breasts nestling soft in ivory
coloured fabricCradling themYet leaving most of their beauty
exposedRevealing glimpses of cream-white fleshTantalizing in the
dead-of-night glimmerHer face cast downwardsEyes avoiding mineBut
surely not through modestyThis was an act of kindnessFor she knew that
if my eyes met hersThen she would trap meAnd I should forever be a
prisoner of some dreadful destinyShe was trying to save meBut I was
beyond savingIt was too lateI was ensnared by the erotic beauty of her
nipplesBlush-pink against the soft full whiteness of her bosomAn
apparition that must have trapped a thousand men before meSending them
masturbating to their doomAnd then a noiseA quiet rustling as her
stockinged legs moved gentlyAcross the sheets of my sleeping-placeAnd
shocked into consciousness by the knowledge that she was realI realized that
this angel was the woman with whom I had recently sleptHer secret lips still
moist with the sperm of my loveTogether we had