Hidden in the Mist

A soft mist falls across my shoulders;
your fingers run slowly, gently down my spine.
My lips part to gasp at the feel of your caress;
so caring, so affectionate, so sweet.

A blanket of blue shimmering light
drapes a weightless stream of silk upon our skin,
unblemished, perfectly bare in the cover of night,
melting me in perfect harmony to your body.

Your palms wander down my sides
to the curious curve of my hips threatening to sway
to the passionate movement of your fingers
stroking my thighs, my neck, my hair.

Whispering so faintly, quiet words of desire
between each tormenting press of your lips,
leaving my exposure, wherever awaits untouched,
to suffer in silent tease with each passing breath.

The warmth of your body held against mine
sends fluttering sensations through each soaring nerve.
My eyes close in pleasure I have not felt before,
lost in this intense gradual heat: an undying flame.

Ever so tenderly you embrace my features,
each suffering impatiently in wait of your attention;
the torturing touch of your knowing tongue,
the circular rub of your thumbs, the hot steam of your contented sigh.

Purposefully your hands explore to become forever familiar
with every intoxicated scent, the perfume of your aura,
weaving and wooing, seducing me completely
as I struggle to restrain the moan begging to escape.

Traveling up my stomach, your fingertips reach my chin
as you lovingly plant a kiss to reach my soul from my lips,
but when my eyelids dare to rise so does the mist
and I see an empty space; I am here alone.