Tattoed Angel

[Brenda Starrr]

She opens her window just to feel

The cool night air on her face

She smells something different

It's a scent she cannot place

Looking in her bedroom mirror

Her silhouette in the darkness

The moonlight dancing around her

She's tired and feels a mess

She senses a presence dark and near

From it she cannot run and hide

Nor does she even wish to try

Born and ready for this ride

The tattoed angel sees here there

His yearning so deep and long

He waits for her to fall fast asleep

So he can fly right in

She knows the tattooed angel is

Just waiting to breeze right in

So she pretends to fall to sleep

To start this night of sin

She arises early in the morning

Smiling warmly, bright, and free

For the tattooed angel to come back

And swoop down from the tree

[soothsayer]

When reading the first few lines for some reason it made me think of Zeppelin. I dunno why, I know it's not anything of theirs but it just gave me that feeling. I like it.

[Brenda Starrr]

Thank you!

[soothsayer]

This would make an excelent acoustic piece.

[Brenda Starrr]

Thank you!

[Brenda Starrr]

Another one bumped.....

[The Rod]

Beautifully worded and structured... you have quite the talent, Brenda.