She steps into the verbena
of a precious dawn,
white swirls of vapor
caressing her, enfolding her
in a sensuous embrace.
Her eyes stare into the heart
as she seduces with hypnotic eyes,
cross-steps around the soul.
"Awaken, O' Dreamer," she whispers,
"Let desire stir within you."
And, she circles the mouth
with a misty kiss. Awakens
those unheard of dreams,
those mystical spirit responses.
A fever brews deep down
in the soul's untamed recesses.
The early morning mists
fill the realm of the unknown
with a deeper knowing,
a deeper searching of the beauty
enticingly displayed in her misty form.