A source of radiance, soft as silk and light as air the girl floats goddess above us. Golden light shines upon her from within her plump peach flesh. Perhaps it does, but you have no choice, it is this or nothing for you, who sees his women only as whores and goddesses . She is your heavenly, fragile darling, never a bad word comes out of her heart-shaped mouth, as surely her pure mind and heart never think or feel anything that is not wholly good and clean . She is your conscience and your inspiration, from the high perch on that pedestal on which you placed her.
Perfection is hard to attain, and certainly harder to keep.
I live with Gabriel but long for Lucifer, I am not perfect, nor soft and golden. My humanity is stolen as I float to the heavens, this tragic halo with its magnetic northern pull. I yearn secretly, desperately, for reality, for human error, and I do not want to forgive. Sensual lipped and at the mercy of her unquenchable desires, she tries in vain to do the right thing but gives in always to her passions. She is kind-hearted and generous, but wanton and lustful.