Lady Atmosphere

She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction, fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses- her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once in candle wax trick or residue residing nowhere. Heart's firework pinwheel blown by a wish everywhere and summoned without lips service- to neither Hades, Avalon nor Loch Ness, lore. In her magic lies a silent non disclosure appeasment, a benediction like a life preserver of electric feel. Her trinkets are cursed idols, in a pool of profoundness laid- imply at your feet, dewly spilled. She sheds jade droplets of faceted watershed moments, strings them like pearls to loose your balance on your precipitated emotion. She is "in the field"- set of runged abominations- of a fools notion. Jade droplets of faceted conglomeration bathed of precipitale- emotion- swimming your head like electric eel. She is a storm brewing inside a jewel, vagabond bauble non descript versing of evident residual haunting your soul to steal- new horizon, taunting virgin territory, with infatuation, lightning. Underwritten page of felt covertly, subtly everything hunting, seasoned overtly sensory heightened display. Moraed morals, moreover-sustained of overlay fonting the atmosphere cover paged as she wears where she lays. The sky, a distant dream in the ocean of her gaze, Wind stripped bare in a pool of borrowed rhymes swimming your head in amaze as we scramble for the right words to parlay in her charms way. In her voice lies a silent romance leaving more questions than answers in her wake, as her moods shift, atelier 'steem-roller, like runic winds of intolerant display, mind, screen-controler. Touchstones in a pool of profoundness, sun ray sing song at hand after the reigns.