Twilight is a time for perfumes .
The bed is covered with petals
of the night blooming Jasmine.
Its heady elusive fragrances
are calling to you.
only to you.

Come to me again my love.
Your skin bathed in pomegranate
Mine in wild roses.
The nectar of honey
will be our aphrodisiac.

The light cooling
ocean breezes
Will drift into our life
through a welcoming window.
Collecting scents from the
blooming petals
of our night gardens.

Mixing them with
the alchemy of love.
Intoxicating our senses.
Love will mingle
all of our fragrances.
Into a single perfume
that will be called
ours forever.