How do you avoid the trap of a cosmic blonde,
Intellect twirling and coated in subtlety?

Has anyone ever existed in more eloquence,
Perfecting all you care for in heightened precision?

It seems you sleep in the studio,
Next to my mind,
Throwing off the perceptions any on-looker might pull out of your air...

Defenseless, no matter, to get caught in your charm.

At the forefront of this new wave of substantial beauty.

Thinking I'd outgrown this sort of nervous musing on my late nights,

How could I have known I'd fall under any spell so suddenly...