Night Blooming Jasmine

She invades the night dreams, filling me with need of her.
As beautiful and astounding as the night blooming jasmine.
Fragrances that pour into the darkened air of dreams.
Like an invisible waterfall In a magical forest.
The night is hers, as I am also hers.
Her fragrance calling the nocturnal beings to her.
Tasting pollen that flowers only in dreamy nights.
Their obedient compliance forced by natures alchemy.
Her call is to the deepest senses.
The sweetness of her perfume an aphrodisiac.
Returning to her in the moonlight her beauty astounds my sensuality.
Glowing in the night hours she has purity not of earthly existence.
White as a bridal gown, a soul in a state of grace.
Marred with no original sin.
Inside my dreams I shall follow her forever.
In loves invisible chains.