The walls are spinning, yet my vision is hyper-focused on her eyes; drawing all the attention out of the room.
They shine, they sparkle. They gleam a becon that destroys my insides and brings me back to my existence; weak and fragile, full of selfishness and wanting.
She smells of Midnight mixed in with a swirl of romance on her softest of her spots.
The profound scent of Peony with undertones of vannilla and raspberries; flooding my airways with such a lustful aroma. I am drunk, I have smelled the scent of heavens skin. There no more, there is no other.