Divine feminine
In full bloom, the makings of a muse
A sip of champagne, deep mauve blush
Effervescent in nature, yet feverish to touch
As thick as thieves or honey but savoury and slow
Take your time with me, seduce my soul
Climb into my wildflower spirit
Without ever trying to make me your own
Clasp translucent pearls around my neck
Drag your thumb across the hollow of my cheek
Burn rose under your gaze
You live under my spell, pure ethereal haze.

Note scent:

Baby pink cattleya orchids and pear nectar lay claim to your heart
Harbouring it safely away
Notes of sensual sandalwood and soft amber inundate your entire being
Leaving you fresh and doe-eyed, in perfect harmony.