by Tiffany J. Baker

Created on: April 17, 2008

The Mist and Her Storm

Strawberry kisses and
and peanut buttercup caresses-
fingers scattered through my tresses.

Sweet and warm and cold-
oh yeah, how the ecstasy does unfold.

Petal fragrant yearning-
while on the waxy candle
billows- burning.

Night melts away the chocolate
and plucks the strawberry seeds from my lips.
Slanted gazes drift into abyss-
plucking thunder from The Mist.

The volcano oozes molten lava-
a shroud of smoke thus reveals,
to hardened greenery and liquefied fields.

Puddling the passionate sheets-
bearing the stain of two hearts taking form.
It's no longer raining, honey-
so come out of The Storm.

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