I found this image a few days ago, and I knew that I had to do something with it.
He knows his place, On his knees at five am
It shouldn’t be long now, The rays of the sun are already peaking up at the horizon
And here she comes, His heart beats fast and his folded hands tremble
He forces his gaze to the ground, But he doesn’t need to see anyway
He knows the image like the back of his hand.
She was short really, but from his point of view, she is tall. Her hair was long and dark, the opposite of her milky complexion. Her clothing was always white, like the angel she was, and it was always off by the time she entered his apartment. She glided through the open sliding glass doors. As soon as the porch was no longer beneath her feet, her long white skirt fell away.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw her.
Working the buttons of her blouse with her slender fingers
Morning light poured over her frame, softening the edges of her silhouette
She stepped closer to him, Standing before him, and he was at her feet
He could feel her watching him, His skin sizzled with the desire to see her
To see her long legs encased in the white pantyhose,
To see the small tuff of black pubic hair hidden beneath the material,
But he knew better than to look. She rubbed the toe of her heel against his hair gently. The heel was made of clear materials, and made it look as if she were walking on the air. He leaned his face over to her foot and kissed it once, then twice. Again and again he kissed her, alternating from one clear high heel to the other. Until he felt her shift.
She lifted her foot and he slid her shoes off, as slowly as she taught him
She stepped away form him and he followed her down the hall, on his hands and knees
She was faster than he was this way, and when he finally caught up he couldn’t help himself
He let his eyes travel over her curvy frame, draped across his couch almost nude
When his eyes met hers she frowned impatiently, and he lowered his gaze feeling ashamed. His Angel only comes when she can, how dare he waist her precious time with his wondering eyes. He knelt by where she lay and she took his head in her hands, gently guiding him downward. She was right, he thought, the sun was almost up and he did not have very much more time
He began at her feet, like he always did.
Using his hands, using his lips
Easing the tension from her skin, pulling the sadness from her core
From her lips escaped soft sighs, each sigh that came out of her went straight into him
They filled him with desire and need and urgency
But all he showed was the gentleness that she had taught him
He planned and planted each kiss on her nylon clad legs
He caressed and massaged her soft flesh
Forever, it seemed, for eternity it felt like, his lips never left her
Soft sunlight poured in through the window as day broke
His heart felt heavy, as his kisses began to miss
There was nothing that he could do, though, this is just how it was
He stayed at her feet for as long as he could, but it was inevitable
She was fading, but he told himself that she would be back, of course she would
She would return.
He kept kissing until his lips touched the cushion of the couch, and he sighed opening his eyes to find her gone.
He stood, feeling hollow in his own home. Feeling unlike a person, unlike a human, he felt like air.
As air he floated back to the sliding glass doors and found nothing on the floor. Every evidence of her presence was gone now, it almost felt as if she was never there.
But he knew that she was. He could feel it,
And he knew that she would return, he could feel that also.
He could feel that he would once again be where he belonged, at the feet of an Angel.
–Miss Ari ^_^