Mist Of Pleasure

A mist caresses my skin,

Come to pull me from my sleep,

The gentle touch of a hand,

Runs down my cheek,

Slowly I stir awake,

Before me a fog rolls in my window,

The atmosphere should scare me,

But I am mysteriously drown in,

A blanket of fog holds me,

I inhale the seductive air,

The incense of love and passion,

Intoxicates ever element of my being,

The mist clings coolly to my bare skin,

My breath deepens and heart races,

The mist like a breath caresses me,

I feel the presences of a man,

His eyes upon my face and body,

Watching my every move,

I yearn for him to come to me,

This man I want to see,

But he hides in the darkness,

The misty hands running over me,

I gasp in a breath and moan,

My body yearning for the now shadowy man,

“Come to me.” I whisper soft in the air,

Instead of a response from him,

The mist intensified, completely covering me,

My longing for him grows,

I can barely hold myself together,

The mist slowly takes form atop of me,

I stare into soothing eyes of green,

As the mist pieces together this man,

I can feel him all around me,

And deep inside of me,

Our passion entwines and grows,

Swelling into a ticking time bomb,

Ready to explode,

Our warmth leaking in to each other,

In perfect rhythm of our love,

“I love you.” His voice echoes,

Weaving in to my very sole,

As the sensual mist disintegrates,

Leaving me completely satisfied.