Analysis of Perfumed Imagination

There are exciting, intricate thoughts of you inside me,
entering perfumed imagination with wet surprise,
flirting with this exquisite attention, I smile with love.

I will write for the tune of lady romance where I dance,
yes, cover my delicate feet with the scent that's so sweet,
fall in delight and bury my head in heavenly breasts.

Sometimes I let cruel doubt cover explosions in my chest,
thinking strange thoughts of your fine-lined beauty so far away,
they strangle erratic joy with: is this a pipedream lost.

But then, the wonderful collision of our soul-touch comes
as I long for the sticky strawberry kiss wrapping up
everything I own in the gift: especially for you.

I could shout desire louder and cry in a locked embrace,
wander good-God health as I dream of your cool lithe body
there in blue battles, strike wildly the victorious blow.

Soft spiralled artwork you are, staring, squaring these dark eyes
as dangerous glances sweep yours in moments of escape,
come closer and feel all the passionate strokes which paint us.