Don't mind the lyrics

She walks where shadow kisses flame,

A hush of bee-wax, whispering her name.

Her back, a curve of sculpted grace,

Melting away hearts, in solemn embrace.

Her gown, a mist of soul-infused chiffon,

Glowing softly under the hues of saffron.

Eyes that echo in shades of green,

A halo of warm light clinging to her skin.

Her hourglass frame, a sight to admire,

Igniting flames, poised with desire.

Hair that shimmers in fire and wine,

Fading like dusk on her candlelit spine.

She is in herself, a work of art,

The silent muse where dreams start.

A scent that lingers even when she leaves,

A memory lit in the breath of eaves.