Aetheria

Winsome the aroma of feminine fluctuation

the dynamic, the delightful, the divine creation

Hairs like mountain hills, lips like pinktastic pills

Eyes are the melodies of tenderness, sweetly fills

Neck channels the chastity and ear ears the fancy

She, the fragrance, the fumes of relishing romancy

the embodiment of ignition, intimacy, Godly invades

Often cherishes at the canvas, often-ravishes the glitter through she made

She, where the daylight dims and brightens her ambiance

She, where the starlight sings her phantasmic emergence

and the whole universe bows before her aesthetics

She, the driven delight, the legendary limelight beyond tricks

Helen of Troy she is, where loveliness worships her beauty, her magnificence, her divinity

She is Ben Okri’s lamp and Rosemary’s coloring Platte as a festivity

She is Keat’s nightingale, a generational muse

Her warmness mild the heaviness into a fuse

Her tenderness coerces the mannish motions

Sign of praise and embrace with all its moonish emotion

Her softness left the roses, behind the debate

Spring often chases her longing fragrance in rate

Where poets overdrink, where the compel clips

Vigorous her engaging command where man slips.