Fog hovers; paints;
strokes; color into skin.
Warmth as the morning sun,
a gentle dew, Is where it all began.
Explosive nerves;
eruption; corruption;
passion consumes restraint;
fingers paint;
ecstasy into the soul;
where kisses lose control; hands scroll;
grab, gash, grip, grope
the purity;
the hope;
devour, empower,
the need;
the ache;
within wherein,
blood pumps, throbs, sins;
as lips begin and two lovers collapse in a grin,
stripped, licked, sipped,
drunk like shots of gin,
intoxicated; fixated;
until that urge is sedated;
saturated;
slowly;
teasingly;
pleasingly;
an urge, a surge,
where two bodies merge
emotions let go,
release; carnal feast;
hypnotic, erotic, vignette
sewn without regret,
psychotic pleasures,
hidden treasures,
into the fog,
two lusted lovers;
discover;
that the fog; will always hover
~ADayDreamWriter
*lake photo was taken from the Internet
**repetitive photos ~ADayDreamWriter
