by Connor Goodwin

Created on: June 19, 2010

I captured an angel

I plucked her feathers

I made her human

I made me a crown

I stare at her clean backside

I trace my hand along her spine

I told her to wear the crown

She refused

So I did

it was uncomfortable and I took it off

I took out a feather

brush it across my chest

bumps rise in pleasure

I brush her arm

Her skin stays smooth

I stick it in her hair 

I pull it back out

and watch it fall to the ground

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