your sweet nectar
forever changing my landscape
forgetting everything most relevant
whilst staring at an expression most vacant.
What are you?
Who was I before you came to me?
How do you manage to encapsulate me so easily?
Is this a test or some cruel form of trickery?
Questions remain unanswered
yet, I still fall to your beauty
enslaved by your magic
surrendering myself to you so willingly
tempted forevermore by your scent
savouring the false powers you instill within me
becoming something I am not
as I succumb to your control