Love poetry

With lips stained in jasmine,
she whispers a kiss upon his
cheek.

Drenched in envy, she struts,
as a trail of dismiss at her feet.

Each grapple from those eyes
swallows any hope to believe,
for he's just a ploy in her jest.

With her name tattered on his arm
outlined with a tease,
don't worry dear,
for she always aims to please.

As you catch a whiff of tulips,
moan,
it's her call to flee.

And all that lingers is her voice
as it ruffled your
heavy...

She forgot to enlighten a load?

Don't be silly,
she seduces you awake
but doesn't entice you
to slumber.