Angel Protect Me

How unfair it is just
you and I in a world
where we cannot win.
Where love is a fire in your
lips and lust on your
tongue and blood
between my thighs.
Because I know my love is but
wick to the candle,
it cannot light a flame.
And your eyes are black and brown
and crazy with the thought
of human warmth and flesh.
Would your lips taste as sweet
as candy and chocolate or
bitter with blood and unearthly desire?
Lust is what you have, darling.
A lust I cannot sate.
A lust that breaks me
into a million pieces.
Keeping us a thousand miles
apart.