when words fail me

There she lays half dressed in beauty where I
gaze upon a stare whispering aloud how I would
give my world for her.
she smells of roses a lavender of cream blossomed
from a sum of elegence chasing me into a charm
of need, my lust my pleasure my pain has stricken
me tongue tied and yearning the scent of her
conversation

Blinded by her style within  the ambient streams of
her of humanizing sighs I create a stare far into my
vase sense of wonder , undressing her with my blush ,
plush and fever only to say hello ..

Yet my poise of smiles timidly wrapped me in warm
thoughts of her taking me for a spell of seductive affairs as so
when words fail me she has stared all along