Angel


I stand at the bar, a nervous cigarette flickering between unsteady fingers, a drink 
standing nearly untouched before me, the condensation forming rivulets over the side of 
the glass.  Another glance at my watch, another furtive drag of the cigarette, another 
minute ticking past.  What utter madness had compelled me to be standing here, what 
complete foolishness had made me think that meeting a complete stranger, on the basis 
of a few emails and a phone call was a good idea?  Maybe it was the stranger's quick wit, 
her almost gentle causticness, or maybe it was just that I  wanted to see, to see what it 
would be like to get involved with another woman.  Whatever my reasons I'm here now, 
waiting, the other one well over 15 minutes late, with my stomach churning so I feel I  
would almost be sick.

A sudden running figure dashing past the window catches my eye, a tall blonde girl 
racing down the street yelling, a faint smiles curves my lips as I watch her finally catch 
up with a car, opening the door to grab something before heading slowly up toward the 
bar.  Oh Christ - it's her I realise, a tall golden angel, suddenly I'm feeling short, fat and 
frumpy, crazily dressed and like some sort of Internet freak.  As she catches my eye she 
smiles and walks over, sinking into her seat with such an unexpected lack of grace that I 
could almost laugh in relief.  We drink, we chat, we laugh, her friends turn up, she 
panics, begs me not to leave, we have furtive giggles in the bathroom, gentle touches of 
the hand, the leg, pressure where friends have none, glances where mates have none - and 
no one notices.  It is like we have known each other for ever, and yet I have butterflies 
dancing the tango, the salsa and the macarena in my belly.

I'm too scared to make the first move you see, too scared to risk her turning away and so 
we go home our separate ways after hours of being together, an incomplete conclusion to 
an incomplete night.  And now, weeks later, my angel is still my angel, now I know my 
angel's fears and hopes, I know that she wants me and I know that I want her.  I want to 
hold her angel face in my hands, I want to brush the spun gold of her hair from her face, I 
want to look into her golden eyes and smile.  I will trace the contours of her face with my 
finger tips, then kiss her, so gently it is nothing more than a sharing of breath, hearing our 
hearts beat, a perfect stillness for our first kiss.  Then I will move my lips against hers, 
begging her, persuading her to trust me as completely as she says she does, drawing her 
close to me, fitting her body to mine, sighing with longing into her mouth.  And then I 
will explore her mouth with my tongue, running its tip over each tooth, stroking her, 
possessing my angel for the first time.  

I will lay her down upon the fresh sheets on my bed and I will kiss her neck, I will stroke 
her face, I will flutter my lips over her eyelids, until she relaxes, until my angel wants me 
as I want her, until her body leans toward me, her hands grasp my hair and her eyes plead 
for me.

And then I will slowly unbutton her shirt, I will explore every inch of her skin with my 
mouth, I will taste the sweet saltiness of her sweat, I will kiss the pulse in her neck, I will 
explore the curves of her shoulder.  Slowly stroking my hands over her breasts I will lean 
down to kiss them, tracing around each nipple with my tongue, drawing them each in 
turn into my mouth, suckling on them until my angel whimpers and pulls my head to her 
breast and then I will bite her gently, I will tug and pull on her nipples until they are like 
pebbles in my mouth.  

Then, I will slip her trousers over her legs, her long golden legs, and I will run my hands 
over her legs, stroking her thighs, sliding my mouth back over her body. Back to her lips, 
her swollen lips, and I will kiss her so deeply that her breath is taken from her and I must 
breath for her and I will breath life into my angel, as my hands awaken her body, 
stroking, pinching, caressing her belly.  Inching closer to where her legs meet, where they 
are still so tightly clamped together.  My angel, wanting me, resisting me, trusting me, 
hating me for doing this to her, loving me because she is my angel.  Kissing her still, my 
eyes locked onto hers, willing her to open them, and as she does my angel will see how 
much I adore her, how much I want her and she will sigh softly, and she will stop 
resisting me, stop resisting herself and her thighs will part, and she will lift herself to my 
hand, and I will smile as I stroke her gently, as I kiss her honeyed lips.

And then I will slip between her legs and I will stroke my angels body with my hands, 
and my breath will play over her sex, and her scent will envelop my nostrils and as I lean 
forward to taste her she will become my only reality.  And I will run my tongue over her 
lips, I will slide it into every crevice of her, I will taste her and I will drink her.  My hands 
will stroke her body, will cup her breasts and memorise her curves.  My lips will push 
against her and my tongue will slip inside her and I will moan into her, sending vibrations 
to her core.  I will take my angels hand, and I will twine my fingers in hers and then I will 
close my lips over her clitoris and I will slide my finger, curled about hers inside of her.  I 
will move our hands in and out of slowly and I will stroke her clit with my tongue, 
drawing it inside my mouth, flicking it, caressing it.  Our hands will slide within her, and 
they will push against the walls of her cunt and they will get lost within the warmth and 
the wetness of her.  

I will make love to my angel, with my hand, with her hand and with my mouth, I will 
breath into her and her smell and taste will overwhelm my sense and when my angel 
stiffens and her hips buck against my face I will bury myself within my angel , I will hold 
my hand deep within her and when she cries my name I will pull her tight against me.  
When my angel comes I will drink every drop of her and when she sigh softly, and her 
body falls limp within my arms I will stroke her gently and I will lift myself over her and 
I will fit my body to hers and then I will look into my angels eyes and kiss her, sharing 
her taste with her and I will hold her close to me as if we could never be apart.  And 
when she falls asleep I shall guard over her as if I am the angel and when she wakes and 
smiles I shall tell her that she is my angel.