I am mist
and mystery,
will coil about you
like a dream made real
will whisper hot and sweet
and nothing in your ears
as I stroke your cheek
with tendrils
of my hair.
I am mist
and mystery,
will wind around you
like sheets in the night
made of silk, of satin
smooth and slick against you
as I stroke your back
with fingers
made of fire.
I am mist
and mystery,
will paint your limbs with kisses
like butterflies that burn,
wings fanning passion's flame,
inferno of desire
as I stroke your skin
with all my
misty self.
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