UNCLAD ANGEL



Your presence fills my soul,

With passionate felicity.

You voluptuous mammary creature;

Lithe and unclothed.



In between those is an ocean,

Within me is a flame of fire.

Come and quench this blaze,

That relief may pour through me.



Be the mount, I’ll climb and ride,

Let’s kill these demons together.

And savour the sound of their beseeching cries,

As we pierce them all and spare not one.



Angels, they say, live in heaven,

I wonder what you’re doing here, unclad.

©️ William Arthur 2020.