The Dangerous Flower

Am trying to walk straight but the euphoria of your aphrodesiac skin is lifting me high into a celestial sin city-- a premature Zion, my chemical sensibilities dissolving into a strange erotic coctail, your scent bewitching me like a boa of ecstasy, dragging me away from all mundane sobriety

The longer I remain near your body that exudes the spring equinox, the more of my modesty drips away like silk beyond my ankles. My reputation threatens to be compromised as by your appealing alure I become hypnotised. Clearly you are a doe to my stag and your musk has cast it's spell until all this heat no longer looks like hell but paradise.