Cabin Fever

Pink peonies looking and smelling like cotton candy
She also placed a vase of lilacs there looking all fancy
Floating around the cabin in her favorite gown
Mp3 player spewing forth the jazziest of sounds

Candles are lit, warmth and essence flowing through the air
Long, curly, salt and pepper locks are the natural texture of her hair
Covering her nape, spread out over her shoulders
She usually braid it into a ponytail for those that know her

She's a little on the tomboy side, so at a young age she learned to ride
Just by upping the stakes, never expect her to let shit slide
Yes fucking socially bilingual, raised on the low, but adapted to the high
When asked for her accomplices, she'll only answer with a sigh

Willing to go all out, dedicated to ride or die
Out on bail, middle finger in the air, staying true to the game she'll never lie
There are so many tales in her yet to be told
All hidden behind an angelic face with green eyes wrapped in gold

She thinks that she is dark, but the truth often is
It wont bend or break, it's as fridgid as her kiss
To think for an instant that it is easy to fairly treat each heart and mind
With the same level of kindness until an individual crosses that line

Such an astronomical feat she has learned over time
But she doesn't give herself credit, she thinks it's in planetary aligns
So instead of seeing all of the beauty in her natural design
From this cabin she drinks wine with a razor, while making love to the world through the blinds