The nectar of your silky perfume up my nose rushes,
Saturating my attention, little artist's brushes.

Warming space with the radiating bloom of your smile,
A presence felt in every dimension, by a mile,

So refreshing this cultivated side to you,
These, are all your hues, colours.
Come ride the dragon wind and tour the cranium of my parlors.

Learning the sides to you, petals of your velvet words,
Unravel my thoughts to peel away the delicous conversation in curds.

So sweet so delectably profound
My rehearsed lines go to ground , to ground .........shot down