This write was inspired by Gene's poem VISITOR

She is a jasmine scented purple mist, a visitor of the night,
He awaits her arrival to begin his sexual fantasy flight.
He can feel her presence against his hot skin,
Kisses, strokes and caresses, as aura and flesh blend.
His chest hairs and slumbering man buds. obey her commands,
He, her willing love slave, is so aroused by her magic hands.
He nightly conjures her, from the portal of his mind,
She takes him to orgasm heights, time after time.
She always sates his manly desire,
With her burning lips and tongue of fire.
As he is immersed within her misty cocoon,
He is isolated and blissfully marooned.
Her kisses are a breathless delight,
Lack of oxygen, makes stars appear in his sight.
As her misty cleavage surrounds his face,
He is oblivious to time and space.
Their nightly romp is a taxing feat,
Orgasm's little death is plentiful and so sweet.
She giggles, molests and is a shameless tease,
Her only aim is to totally please.
She is his fantasy lover, each and every night,
But with the dawn, she fades from sight.

MUSIC: Breezes