344. The Seductress In The Mist
The darkness is descending, the day's heat slowly dissipates,
In the thick shadowy forest, a solitary figure patiently awaits.
He comes every evening, for a rendezvous in the moonlight,
To be seduced by the woman, who dresses herself in white.
When the long night slowly turns around into the new morning,
He knows that she will come to him with very little warning.
With his clothes neatly folded, he lies naked upon the ground,
And waits for the woman in the mist, who does not make a sound.
With eyes closed, and senses aroused, he feels her on his lips,
And shivers just a little, when her moisture drips down upon his hips.
Her cooling touch drives him crazy, every sensation feels brand new,
And when he awakes the next morning he is covered in her dew.
The seductress becomes quite modest exposed in the light of day,
She lifts up her dress, when Sunna shines, and quickly runs away.
Her lover is left with only fond memories of the moist lips he has kissed,
But he will come again tomorrow to be with the seductress in the mist.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2015.