A Wanting Angel

Who is this women  
That haunts me  
Invades my thoughts  
Never letting me be  
 
Hair of snow ivory  
Fondled by the death of cold breeze  
Frosted by his breath that scars her  
Trapped in her beauty  
 
Eyes carved of sapphire  
Painted of dreams  
Darkness in her pupils  
Cloaking her screams  
 
Lips that do not speak  
Sparkle plump and red  
Touched by wanting  
Chilled ice of neglect  
 
Flawless angelic skin  
Soft with desire  
Paled by whispers  
Longing to feel fire  
 
Fire of lustful touches  
That reaches inside her  
Past her tiara title  
That alienates her  
 
wanting rough hands to scar her skin  
Unveiling the tiger from within  
To have her treasure claimed  
Not worshiped like a queen  
 
Reddening of her cheeks  
Of pleasurable devilish smiles  
Reddening of her cheeks  
Of his wicked spanking styles  
 
To have her ivory twisted  
To her bending knees  
To paint her fantasies  
With real memories  
 
She is the object of beauty  
Men only dream to touch  
They scare of her divine looks  
Always thinking they are not good enough  
 
I will brave this journey  
A torch I will bring her  
I will give her chains and shackles  
So that I can free her  
 
Melt neglect in sweet dirty sweat  
Binding her to her wildest dreams  
As I take her untouched treasure  
Through her lustful screams  
 
I will bring the goddess to her dirty little knees  
Fulfilling her most erotic tendencies  
Stealing her heart with just a single kiss  
Gagging her with deep hardened fantasies  
 
I will bath her with my hot molten ivory  
Shedding what little ice that remains  
As her body quivers to shake the ice off  
Into a river of no more pain  
 
Who is that women  
A lady with a heart that desires to be loved