Scent Of Adoration

Is it the spring air teasing my nose?
Could it be tulips growing in rows
of reds and yellows pleasing the eye
or mother nature awaking in spry?

Would a fragile maple tree’s bud
carry such incense for my eyes to shut
or does the delicate leaf of a pansy
distribute aroma like a feathery tansy.

A breeze – so weightless and tender
to it’s stubble flavor I just surrender
inhaling deeply this sweet bouquet
to which’s seduction I’ve fallen prey.

Blinded by these zephyr charms
I let you take me into your arms
and as you conquer me with temptation
I smell the pure scent of my adoration.

 

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