Sweet aroma lifts my mind
Into a twisting, turning kind
Of bliss that knows no end,
Only the oneness of a lover friend.
Where to start, I wonder so.
What to believe, tossed to and fro.
Only a simple wish by a pure heart
Can break the spell of this pixie art.
Follow me, down this path,
To a steaming bubble bath,
She said, softly, pointing into a room,
Lit by candles, smelling of perfume.
I won’t charge you a single penny,
Just sink into this lemon honey.
Taste the succulent, fleshy flower
Of my magic star of power.
Let me see. Oh, where was I?
I can stop, if I only try.
Thinking to myself, for a moment.
I must choose to be reverent.
But how can I pass this perfect plum,
So inviting, saying come get some?
I want to be home, I need a place
To save my last, tearful grace.
Wait a minute. Hum a tune.
You can forget you’re in this room.
Hold your breath. Step outside.
Leap across this carnival ride.
Something wakes you, to pray tell,
Someone sees you start to melt.
Run, you say, to yourself.
All you think is true is hell.
Love won’t enchant you,
Capture you or trap you.
It will set you free
To find your own path to destiny!
Stumbling along the sidewalk 