sitting in the arms of the Angel,
with my head in my hands,
fear of the big ferocious world.
the breeze of Lucifer's whisper,
calling me to come out play,
to the open field of amber.
out, out, come i was called,
play with fire, it warms me up.
come, come, be bold.
my eyes are thrown to the redness,
wanting, longing to be in warmth,
where i saw The Highness.
angel's wings and soothing promises,
need not i right now,
rise and sent Angel flying kisses.
there in the middle of amber field,
lucifer embraced me, laughing loud,
and all my lust are filled.
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