Standing my ground within the mist
longing for what once was dismissed
the taste of your lips sweet and pure
invoke a heat inside my soul,
make it hard to regain control,
until you present me the cure
my skin burns as you find my lips,
the misty thief kisses and nips,
then turns and now love he abjures.
*Thanks PygmyPuff for the title*
*~*Nove Otto: 9 lines 8 syllables per line rhyme scheme is as follows aacbbcddc. *~*
