Feathers of black around me circle. My own Angel of Darkness with his brand of love. Clothed in robes of blood, with hair of the darkest black, his pale face proves the starkest contradiction. His hands of fire run down my spine, leaving behind his mark of possession. Erotic thoughts overtake my mind, as he leans down to give his immortal kiss. Sealing my fate, I place my hand in his. In return my body and soul he takes. He protects me as a lover should, and creates a raging fire in my blood. His great feathered wings stirring exotic sensations, mitigating all pain. As he overtakes me, the passion waxes hotter, and he casts a spell that cannot be broken. Possessed by an angel of darkness, a lover of the erotic. I look into his eyes and there I find escape. My angel of darkness, my soul he continues to take