Enigmatic Keepsake

Along the horizon dawned a vast array of black clouds

As the earthy surface shook from beneath my feet

Screaming, crying I began to sprint wildly in panic

Whilst searching for this mysterious woman

Voices polluted the background affecting

My ability to detect her sultry, sweet voice

After hours of revolving through public turmoil

My eyes came across the woman of whom

This asinine heart had been dead set on

Yet I couldn't make out the shape nor

The features upon the shadow of her face

Although I could smell the alluring scent

Of the creamy, cinnamon taste

Of her luscious lips against mine

And suddenly everything faded to black