“Do you want me or my body“, she asks,
Turning to you in the mist,
Where she’s both naked and obscured.
Yet it’s not so simple as that
You know how one moment in love
You feel so urgent for her
It parts the veil of your desires
And you see her.
And you know how one moment in love
You crave so much the pleasures of love
You want not her but the pleasures,
And the veil descends.
The mists, the mists are always swirling
When in love.
Now they gather to obscure,
Yet, now they part some to reveal.
No lasting love is ever pure,
Nor is true love always real.