The Mist

The Mist forms before me
A shadowy figure apears
My heart flutters
My skin feels alive
I step forward
Ever near
The figure stands still
Never moving
Never speaking
Yet my breath is harsh
I reach out through the mist
A touch A whisper
a heartbeat
A kiss
Breath merges with breath
Fingers entwine
Two bodies wrap and become one
Passion blooms
Heat boils around them
The mist disperses