There she rests at the foot of my bed <br />Staring into my soul <br />With eyes that shatter hearts <br />& turn your darkest thoughts to gold <br />I froze <br />Intimidated to say the least <br />She slowly approached me <br />As I uncontrollably fell to my knees <br />What’s come over me? <br />Passionately worshiping her toes & praising <br />Her feet <br />Like a young boy from Georgia I climbed the tree <br />In search of a peach <br />Still not in command of my actions I approve of <br />Them all <br />Who is this goddess like creature that reminds a poet <br />Enormous as myself that I am oh so small <br />Juices of joy run down my neck only to stop <br />At the top of my chest <br />Clutching the back of her thighs while pushing <br />My face forward <br />Overly excited & craving for more <br />She spreads her wings <br />Knocking my dresser to the floor & braking my door <br />(My mothers going to kill me when she sees this) <br />Releasing me from her grip <br />I stared into her face with a confused gaze <br />Then she spoke <br />I’ve turned cowards to kings & <br />Whimps to warriors <br />When I visit them at night <br />But today I received the most pleasing pleasure <br />By helping humble a cocky poet to write <br />The greatest poem of his life<br /><br />Terrance Woolridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-angels-gift/
