Haze On The Floor

Truthfully

I want to go out

I wish
I could
Just blink
Myself
Into
Makeup and
Attitude and
Appear
On the
Dancefloor
By magic

I just love

That ethereal
Scent that men exude
It's an elixer
Beyond compare

Like breathing in
Sunwarmed
Cocoa butter
Mixed with
Desire and
Other
Heady
Invisible
Aromas