Mist and Smoke

Through the mist and smoke, I see an eye.
The dynamics are incredible.
The beauty is so apparent, it could be felt by even the loneliest life force.

The mist returns and the optic is gone, but in the parting, I see something.
I see lips, pert and beautiful, glistening in the light.
She teases with her tongue, to much delight.

The mist shifts and changes, warping me to a new view.
A delicate neck, soft and supple, begging for a tongue's soft touch.
Light pulsations show the anticipation in her veins.

A cool wind breezes through the window...
Curtains shiver, leaves rage and trees dance...
The mist swirls and twirls out of sight, Leaving an unmasked figure...

My goddess's beautiful face is revealed and awe shudders in the world.
She moves, forcing the trees into a frenzy of autumn rush.
A single touch, and all disappears into a column of light...

((A Powerful piece inspired by the constant daydreams I have of my beautiful fiancée.))