Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Through The Mist

I swear I see him in the rising sea mist,
connection with him I can't resist.

I am over whelmed by the effect he has on me,
never met in person, I am weak in the knee.

His sexy, devilish eyes, lips that promise to surprise,
oh how his words make the fires in me rise...

His desires so graphic in design, I read them over
and over to keepsake them in my mind

He meets my every challenge, of my every blazing desire
in messages he leaves

I have no doubt he'll more then meet them if we
Were to ever really meet

Till then, I stare out at the sea, the mist is getting thicker,
it separates I swear

Oh ,is it wishful thinking ,my desires in me playing with
my mind, I hear him whispering my name......Alexieeee

Oh Look is that, no it can't be… Yes! I swear! His face there in
the mist....
his eyes so full of passion.....coming closer.......yessssss
yessssssssss

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