i am seeing you in a light the sun and moon themselves cannot illuminate; gleaming so bright i am left blinded, powerless, yet too mesmerized to shield my eyes. your sweet scent of roses and wine sinfully intoxicates me, pulls me under swiftly. infatuation was too blinding for me to see the warning lights flashing in my mind's eye. this wouldn't be my first or last time caught in a daze by the glimpse of you alone, i know i'm a fool. a fool for you. for there are gentle wildfires gleaming in your glazed eyes, dangerous words you didn't mean on your carmine lips. you undress me with your eyes, then your hands. and you certainly don't need a match to set me on fire.
— stuck in a trancelike haze
