Roses wrapped around bare wrists,
wistful sighs of sweet vanilla,
wild passion, wrapped in jasmine,
sending your senses spiralling,
and your hands wandering.

I am a Princess in your favourite dress,
glossy lips with your name painted upon them,
an endless echo of soft sighs,
cinnamon kiss,
enigma ingénue,
unsophisticated but irresistible.

Our eyes meet across a crowded room,
and suddenly we’re all alone.
You are mine,
and I am yours,
and all it took was some lip gloss and perfume.