|Teagan De Danaan||
The air is thick with night-blooming delight.
It haunts my mind with echoes of laughter,
And its treasures of the night are all I’m after
She's all I want a floral incense lasting the night.
Each day I pass, each time she tries to seduce me.
I run my fingers along a limb gathering scent
Sniffing as I carry on past as should be my intent
She makes me pause and later I shall drink her tea.
Soft scents after the morning rain lift my mood
My mind takes on a more relaxed point of view
And I feel as if there is nothing I cannot do.
My day already has been made, and that's good.