Her aura was addictive
Rippling like moonlight on water
Bubbling over in a glass flute
Her essence spilling in his mind
Intoxicating the evening
Her face dipping low against his collar
Red lips pressing against white
Lashes part into a brown sunrise
Indigo lace shifts like the sky
Emerald heels hoisted on his lap
Arms encircling her, he laughs
Her aroma drifting like autumn winds
A candle flickering only for him
He unravels her frame
To unearth her aura