She trembled,
Closer...closer..yes.
Her body fell limp, wet with passion
Sweat glazed over her porcelain body
I knew from that moment, she was mine.
My misty eyed doll.

misty
exciting words
supani

thank you sup..
misty..

I love this! I commented on it elsewhere, when I was babbling on in reply to another poem of yours; it's wonderful.

The effect of having it all in bold italic--I thought it was red earlier, now it's purple, which is cool too--right up until that climactic word: doll, is really effective. Well done.

Love,

+Stevie