blueberry clouds gather,
sketched across a lavender sky,

lemonade monsoon-rain pours down from higher than way up high,

cinnamon kisses in-between wrestling tongue to tongue,

floating on marshmallow carpets  of bliss nestled both close and far-fkung,

falling sweetly asleep in a caramel-scented haze,

dreaming of fragrant desire sensuous ly skipping through love’s maze,

and to finally awaken in a soothing state of velvet grace,

this is my very own slice of rose-tinged aradise,

as my famished eyes feast upon the ethereal beauty of your sensually irresistible face…