She walks from the mists of the imagination,
stepping into reality like Aphpordite
from the ocean.
Her very presence an impossibility,
for with her she brings the
possibility of pleasure the
likes of which you've never known.
The mist surrounds her,
seeming ready to take her
and all she holds back to the
confines of the imagination
where she cannot fulfill the promises
written in her eyes.
She steps closer to you and
on the wind and rain of a
tormented mind,
her scent flows,
the wild scent of the ocean and wind
of a storm recently past.
Her eyes hold all the deep secrets
of the ocean,
mysterious and beguiling,
eyes fathomless blue,
one could drown in such eyes.
And die with a smile eternaly
fixed to their face.
The foam of the sea cloaks
her nudity,
tantilizing the senses with
brief glimpses of glorious flesh.
She smiles that mysterious smile,
that promises everything,
but offers nothing,
as the mist reaches out and slowly
engulfs her,
pulling her back into the ocean
of your imagination,
where all her secrets are
hidden.
Your eyes open and you sigh
as you realize it was only a dream.
and you wonder,
when will I meet this woman that
haunts my dreams,
buried so deep in my imagination?
Does such a creature exist?
And the longing is so palpable,
you close your eyes and drift back
into the dream where she waits
for you with open arms,
and that mysterious smile.