She spoke like silk,
Each note of her cadence mellifluous,
Like poured honey,
Or creamy caramel,
Coaxing Obsequious vibratos
Annoying synapses to fire steam engines,
Perspiring pores pour-over,
Lost in the scent of the petrichor
While the heart beats like jazz drums,
Off rhythm but always on key.

She is Aphrodite in the flesh,
Pulchritudinous personified
Her body teases,
With the flick soft susurrus of each silken strand
As it falls over her white marbled face,
Rose flushed cheeks perk with a gentle smile,
I am enraptured unequivocally.

Please raze me,
Burn me in your ineffable stare,
I am but a sacrifice for your ephemeral grace,
Given to me in a hushed moment, evanescent
And in the very pyre of my embers,
Ashes redolent with a hint of leather and desperation,
Forever ensnared even in ghastly vapor,
I am but a humble apparition
Timelessly chasing the moon,
Lost to axiomatic fantasies -
A transient tryst amid mists.