ANGEL SOUL

I wanted to be her man, her lord, her king, her knight, her pirate, her treasure, I wanted her to be the absolute owner of each of my rigid impulses, that she was the inexhaustible source that traveled from the caudal of my veins to every beat of my heart, of my screams, my groans, my furious sighs in the outline of her legs, her breasts, in the landscape of her hips, on the wings of her freedom and in the paradise of my glory. We both knew it was not right, that it was something undue, a false illusion, that after those moments a giant stone would crush our conscience, that she was my madness for her condemnation, that I was her delusion for my martyrdom; because I knew I had another woman, a woman who loved me and gave everything for me, a woman who showed her beauty next to me, next to her protector, her ring; but that did not make her retreat in her desire, in her momentum, in the endless moisture of which was the motive, the reason. I could not contain his woman's desires, but she was not the only one responsible for the situation in which we were in by our own decision, because she let me wrap herself in the art of her passion, her thirst and in turn threw her nakedness my claws of lion, I made love to him in every word, in every drop that came out of my feather, in every stroke of my fingers to leave marks on his skin, because he became the muse, my muse forever in my angel soul. Angel Of Lyrics-All Rights Reserved. -Image from the web.- Missions - Argentina