Through sultry silken mists, I wander, lost in desire,
as morning's fiery kiss awakens the earth's sweet fire.
The air is heavy with secrets; I sip dew's sweet wine,
and savor the taste of her, my lips still tingling with the sign—
a longing that lingers, a hollow ache that echoes with each sigh

I know this path, where her silhouette unwinds,
a serpentine embrace, stone by stone.
The trees, like sentinels of hushed secrets,
their leaves a whispering veil, our wet skin made known

Her hair, like Fall, lays a veil of auburn leaves,
soft as tears that nourish the earth.
Where roots and shadows intertwine,
her essence mingles, a sweet rebirth  

I close my eyes, and her gaze enfolds,
warm breath tracing my skin's tender folds.
The fog caresses me, a sensual embrace,
blouse and shorts fall as leaves, I let her memory find her place

Last night, our scents became as one,
a drip of honey on love’s mound
this morning, unwashed, I carry her still—
a sacred musk, our souls now bound

The cool air stirs with nature's gentle sigh,
slowly parting my sticky legs, to catch her passionate cry,
Lungs draw in deep the wild musk's sweet fire,
a hidden pulse my body fuels with desire

I sink into the leaf-carpeted ground,
dew flows within, soothing my every desire.
As fog and earth finds our scent,
my wetness flows with nature's intent.

In fog's embrace, her memory unfurls,
our scents, our dreams, mingle, then soar;
the earth's pulse beats beneath my flushed skin,
as my breath kindles the forest's glow within.

The rush of water, her sultry sighs—
a lover's serenade, sweet and clear;
I close my eyes, swept away by lush tones,
each caress a memory I hold dear.

But morning's fire will melt this misty veil,
and her faint trace will dissolve into light.
My body, flush with memories that prevail,
will face the day with a jade-like, shadowed trail

For what is life without her radiant love,
if only nature whispers our hidden truth—
two souls adrift like autumn leaves that fall,
our brief, glimmering, lost youth.

We slip from our cars, a silent scene,  
and I see her—the creature I crave.  
In a tight, short,  black skirt, lean and clean,  
she bends clutching her purse, a shadowed wave.  
Her curves whisper beneath taut seams,  
a silent call my eyes can’t refuse.  
From ankle to chest, a waking dream,  
lost in the lines I’m hungry to lose.  

A breeze stirs softly, sweet as a sigh,  
lifting my dress to reveal bare thigh.  
The slit, too high for daylight’s grace,  
exposes my skin, my secret place.  
I shift, I sway—a wordless plea,  
hoping she sees, hoping she feels like me.  

Our heels tap time, a rhythm shared,  
toward the steel tower where we disappear.  
Her scent—lavender, earth, fresh rain—  
fills my lungs, a soft, sharp pain.  
Lush dark wet red lips, a Cabernet wine,  
match her fiery hair, almost divine.  

At the elevator, I hold back, let her pass,  
and she slips to the wall, against the glass.  
I step in close, her warmth aligned,  
my shoulders brush hers, a pulse I find.  
Her firm chest pierces my silk, heat alive beneath,  
a silent pulse, a bittersweet wreath.  

In mirrored walls, our glances catch,  
a chase of shadows we barely match.  
Each look a spark, a forbidden flame,  
a touch reflected, wet lips without name.  
Our breath held tight, a stolen light,  
heartbeats quickening out of sight.  

The car begins; I graze her hand,  
our fingers tremble, a silent demand.  
Through sheer white silk blouse, my desires unveiled,  
her eyes linger where warmth exhaled.  
A sigh escapes, her fingers slide,  
a fire unspoken we cannot hide.  

Silence. The doors sigh open, she's gone, a trace—  
cold stale air rushes in, fills her empty place.  
Tears ***** my eyes, the sharp, sweet sting  
of a shadowed dream that can’t take wing.  
Tomorrow awaits, another city, another stage,  
but her touch remains, a ghost on the page—  
a nameless memory, forever replayed.