Angels from New Jersey

I believe in angels.
I believe in an angel.
My angel knows all the angles.
She drinks Jack, smokes Reds
Swears like a sailor, fucks like a dream.
She smells like angels aught to smell.
Tastes like angels aught to taste.
My angel is rough around the edges
And smoother than silk.
And the way my angel dances...
you should see her dance.
I found her in New Jersey,
The land of Angels.


This was the original poem, but it required some changes. I thought I would post it here anyway, so you could see hwo i revised it.
I believe in angels.
I believe in an angel.
My angel knows all the angles.
She drinks.
She smokes.
She swears like a sailor
And fucks like a dream.
My angel has an ace up her sleeve
And slips it to me when im down on my luck.
My angel is rough around the edges
And smooth as silk.
When I wake up in the morning
Her naked body next to mine
A miracle with bed head and morning breath
I believe in angels.