Angel fucking

i’ve always wanted to fuck an angel.
a real one,
you know, from heaven,
with wings and everything.

not just because it would be
deliciously blasphemous,
but because we could fly
as we made love.

wouldn’t that be awesome?
to fuck,
hundreds, thousands
of feet up in the air?

bursting in and out of clouds,
to float above them,
deep
inside each other.

flying through a rain cloud
as we came
or a hail storm
if we felt like spicing it up.

after we could bathe
in a light shower
or
some gentle irish mist.

19 responses

  1. Mile high clubbing?

    12.04.09 at 13.33

    • indeed, but without the air miles

      12.04.09 at 13.51

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  3. Great writing Kyle… But I think I’m in favor of the devil…

    12.03.17 at 23.35

    • glad to hear it

      12.03.18 at 00.53

  4. I want! I wanna be up in the air and have an angel at my beck and call. Sigh. *starts to daydream*

    12.03.16 at 19.56

    • it would be sweet, wouldn’t it? *daydreams too*

      12.03.16 at 20.04

      • It would be the best. The amount of times I’ve had that same scenario in my head is insane. I want my own angel. Sniffles.

        12.03.16 at 20.12

  5. I loved that. I’m certain they must swallow too.
    Very nice Kyle!

    Ciao ciao,
    Dawn

    12.03.16 at 18.17

    • why, thank you chérie.

      12.03.16 at 18.21

  6. Okay, that’s bloody hot… this is my fave of all your poems so far.

    12.03.16 at 17.51

    • thanks – if i get struck down by lightning, i’ll take it as a compliment on my poetry.

      do you reckon angels spit or swallow?

      12.03.16 at 18.09

      • Hmm… I’m going to go with swallow. I mean, they’re angels after all; living representatives of Heaven and all that; I imagine they’re willing to go above and beyond just to spread euphoria to all mankind. No?

        12.03.16 at 18.12

        • that’s what i was thinking, well hoping.
          i’d quite like to pull out and come on an angels tits, mind. maybe have a bunch of nuns lick it off.
          …nope, still no lightning bolt.
          that god really is a pussy.

          12.03.16 at 18.17

          • LMAO damn… and I’ve always worried about my own soul in the advent that I was wrong about there being no heaven or hell… but I think – were I wrong – you’d be in line for the trip down before me, so at least I know I wouldn’t be alone!

            12.03.16 at 18.19

            • i almost wish god did exist sometimes, just so i could give him a piece of my mind and a good kick in the bollocks!

              12.03.16 at 18.23

              • No doubt. I also find myself wishing (often) that there was a hell and an evil prick with a pitchfork – just so I know I’ve been such a perfectly good girl (tee hee)for a reason, and that all the nasty people get to spend an eternity getting poked in the ass.

                12.03.16 at 18.26

                • i think the devil gets a bad press – i bet he’s ok once you get to know him – and surely, he’d like people like us and let us do a bit of the nasty people ass poking

                  12.03.16 at 18.37

                  • LMAO I’ll take the job, if he’s hiring!

                    12.03.16 at 18.38

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