i dream of her eyes her body her legs her breasts like sweet buds blossoming like roses do not [not for any set reason] touch her for she is a fragile beautiful thing that should not be harmed [or lost in the grinding din of the world] i feel her soft cool breeze [when she whispers] against my skin i smell her smell and it pleases me she's like baby's breath and candy canes and all those other fine fine things so let us sit in her pure glistening light and maybe we can lose ourselves possibly we could lose the night