A grown and sexy lullaby

I can sing you a lullaby that could comatose an insomniac
Like the landing of a butterfly a rose would welcome this contact
My voice sprinkles her with relaxation the sandman could'nt match
Her eyes twinkle with admiration like birds when their eggs hatch

The soft aroma of vanilla intertwined with jasmine fills the air
A few coronas as a summers night wind blows through her hair
Time seems to stop as if a deity entered the scenario
Those eyelids drop as a cello escapes the stereo

Her pillow overjoyed exhaled feathers that would shame a peacock
A sparrow was deployed from heaven with such a divine restock
A sleeping beauty in a trance only broken by pure intentions
A dream with visions of romance she'll probably never mention.