When riddled by the reasoning of rum,© TheFragranceWriter.com 2022
the time had come to bite a bitter bud.
When, finally, the firing has been done,
through lava I’ll be made a man from mud.
I fall into a dream sometimes at night…© TheFragranceWriter.com 2022
She’s soft, she’s sweet. And she’s vanilla deep.
But every time, she’s gone by morning light.
Like smoke, she fades and I drift back to sleep.
Come on, it’s now the time for something fresh,© TheFragranceWriter.com 2022
to finally have all there is to taste.
Come on, my love, it’s time for hearts to mesh
and maybe we’ll survive another day.
The incense dances, imitating art.© TheFragranceWriter.com 2022
The censers, swinging, bring familiar peace.
A simple girl, with fire in her heart,
Will dream, immersed in love’s deep mysteries.