"The Color Of the Mist"

by Amber "V" Moonstone   8/4/08

The color of the mist,
that lingers on the bog,
sending fragrant tendrils
of desirous love.

Two lovers run in heated bliss,
longing to touch and taste,
into the meadow
of green mist.

Laying among the tallest pines,
tenderly breathing
in each moment's  scent,
suspending all inklings of time.

There is no one but each other,
taking and giving,
till pleasure is sated,
under the cover of nature's umbrella.

Eyes are watching,
learning, loving,
hands are feeling,
softly then urgently.

Touches that burn with desire,
kisses that send nectar flowing,
Embers of uncontrollable lust,
sending messages that they must.

Out of heated animal need,
a fear of completion filters in,
knowing that there is no turning back,
once you go to that place of oneness.

Youthful freedom,
uncontrollable desires
takes these lovers
to places unknown.

Passions burning
with desirous fire,
as the volcano of love
begins to burst with

The color of the mist,
that lingers on the bog,
sending fragrant tendrils
of sated love.

author's notes:  Do you remember the first time you made love?  To be so free and young again...mmmmmmmmm

Much peace, love, and light,

Amber "V" Moonstone