Lady of the Lake

By Stone

I long to feel your breath
see your face
feel your soft caress.
To touch the softness of your skin,
feel the warmth of your moist valley.

I gaze out of my window,
towards the distant lake.
Its form shrouded in darkness,
swirling tendrils of mist beckoning me.
My soul desparate to be one with you.

The moons delicate light reflecting
off you long white gown.
Your body a silhouette of perfect form
As you stand motionless before the darkened lake.

The lake mist your only companion,
its cool fingers gently caressing your body.

A look of longing in your eyes,
Loneliness, despair.
Such beauty, and yet such pain.

Your hand reaches to the clasp,
and your gown falls gently to the ground.
Your nakedness offered to the moon,
Your breasts ghostly orbs,
nipples hardening in the coolness of the night,
as the searching tendrils of the lake mist
swirls around them.

Your hands involuntarily move to your breasts,
gently caressing,
fingers rippling across each hard nipple.

I search the far lake,
straining to find you within its vapourous seal.
My body aching to touch you.

You sense my desire
As a tear slowly forms within your eye.
Your hand slowly slides down across satiny skin
Until it finds that moist valley of love.
Fingers stroking
searching
Finding that wetness I so long to touch.

Dark clouds drift across the sky
A curtain before the moon
Long shadows reaching out
Casting you in its protective darkness,
As your fingers caress and stroke.
Your body tingling , trembling.
Waves of pleasure radiating from your center.

Oh Lady of the Lake!
How can I reach you?
So close, yet so far.