too early?

I told her
she smells like jasmine
bloomin underneath my fingers
and hints of lavender tangled in her hair
and sunshine that burns across my skin
after a summer rain
with my lips tracin a path across her inner thigh
I told her
I keep wonderin
how I got so lucky
to taste her essence
to drown in her sighs
to feel her body arch against mine
that rise toward my touch
she placed her foot on my shoulder
and gently pushed me back
with a smile she said
“well you smell like weed
and I wonder if you know
it’s only 7am”