The smell of jasmine
builds the atmosphere
to a calm before the storm
fills our senses with nourishing
easy thoughts
like vanilla candles
burning in every corner
draws back the shadows
of fatigue and anxiousness
pulls down the wall
between us
and ecstasy
breaks apart the nervous air
with sudden thunder
the towering cumulus
finds another
and the tempest
shall ensue
the hurricane spins
through the body of the tea cup
breaking the uniformity
of the sundered porcelain
monotony
fulfilled by answered dreams
chemical ideations
bound together
by passions embrace
under the glow
of silent
simplistic
amorous fervor
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