She has wings on her back
Which no one can see,
Heavenly, she looks
But she's a native of the sea,
A river, or a pool that forms
Under my eyes and when I can't see,
She drugs me to life
And she sets me free;
Between the sheets of silk
Is where she lets me be,
A little high and drugged
She's sweetly burning me.
She tastes of a hot pink elixir
Burning passionately for me;
She smells of pixie and perfumes
Making me weak in my knee;
Sometimes a homely abode,
Sometimes a noble sanctity,
My church, my palace,
Her heart is all for me;
Her crown, her throne,
Her all, lies in me
Even the angels had blushed
When she had laid her eyes on me
A sinful angel, a fairy of dreams,
Of a most ethereal value, that can ever be
Between the sheets of silk
Is where she lets me be
A little high and drugged
She's sweetly burning me.
Her eyes are black and blue
Oh, so deep and mysterious like the sea
Oh, her eyes are black and blue
Like the sky, oh, where I'm set so free.
A sinful angel, a fairy of dreams
Of a most ethereal value that can ever be.

- Madeeha Anwar