A Warm Mist
It is that of your body next to mine as if it was from an ocean spray of mist
with warmth in mind.
As if it was of a hearts desire to feel that of a delicate rose silk flower.
To know of it’s elegance and beauty, only to smell and taste that
of a warm mist of beauty.
To lay with something of such curves of standing would make one’s heart
race for a Winston Cup standing.
That in heaven he has found one of out standing, which brings a warm mist about.
Not of eyes but of heart instead, that to love one would be like heaven instead.
That it’s like a dream come true to have you.
That in all I know, not only have I got beauty instead but
I’ve got that of heart because you got mine instead.
Just a thought of you is a warm mist to me but to be next to you would be an ocean breeze.
Filled with that of a sunshine breeze but with that of a cooling mist.
That in my heart plays the mist of time and that’s you here with me in time.
And us making loving like it was going out of style.
As I feel that of your passion unfold and become that of a warm mist heart.
All wrapped up in nothing but skin as I taste that of your juices drip in.
As we involve our bodies in that of a warm mist spring and we sweat like its rain.
It is that of the rain that makes the mist, as that ocean wave blows at a twist.
You can see the colors for miles, that to which is the bottom side of that ocean wave.
That like you, its beauty shines through; that with every wave is a warm mist
blown through.
That I know I have caught the biggest wave because with you,
there’s a beauty blown my way.
And in my heart I think of us laid on a beach this day, with nothing but
the wind and a warm mist spray..
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