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You thought you were unobserved, your own love game

A young body, pristine and pure

You make love, ignorant of how I do it

A young body, full of youthful fire

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Angels do not exist, they have never been seen

I see her appearance, but she does not see me

Angels don't exist, but I always see you

I watch her play, and enjoy silently

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Minus your white edges, moments long

Still no idea that something stirs in me

Feeling your height, flowing without urge

Denied for me, but fed in ecstasy

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Angels do not exist, it is said

Only I know she's there

Seduction is not supposed to be, that's how it is taught

Only I know, my angel will

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HH