My fallen angel with the magic eyes,
With eyes so blue they mystify,
With a smile so raw and penatrating,
The sight of him invigorating,
The touch of him exilerating,
The thought of him intoxicating,
Ah, my fallen angel!
My fallen angel with the Chessire smile,
The kind of smile that drives you wild,
And lips that curve like cupid's bow,
That make you wonder what lies below,
And wonder if you'll ever know,
Meanwhile, the yearning still grows,
Ah, my fallen angel!
My fallen angel with the velvet touch,
Ah, how well I remember that touch,
With fingertips that tingle the spine,
The feel of his carress divine,
The feel of his silky skin to mine,
Ah, my fallen angel!
My fallen angel, the thought of you,
Of never making you mine I rue,
Why I let you slip away,
I ask myself to this very day,
What would've happened if I'd only stayed,
Ah, my fallen angel!
©Teresa J. Goodman 11/24/03
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