Sweet Eden Poem by Faith Cecelia Story

She floats like a dark radiant mist
Softly released whispers
Coming from your lips
You have awakened my dormant nerves
There's temptation
In her flesh..
How willingly
Will I succumb?
Surrender is inevitable.
There's command inside your sarcasm..
Will I obey, or face the consequences?
Satisfaction is gained either way.
There's a devil behind your eyes.. or is it manipulation?
Does it truly make a difference?
My Bewitching Mistress
My wet radiant mist twitching lover,
Cross with me over the chasm
Beneath the Stars above
Is the never ending fruit of Eden