In the depths of my gaze, you cradle the blend of lemonade and lavender in your bare palms, just as you hold the universe's sunsets and sunrises in the unadorned pools of your naked eyes. The only divergence between us is but a whisper of fantasy and a hidden secret, a chasm bridged by fragrant melodies and wisps of cigarette smoke.

You are my undoing, the arsonist within my own lungs, the tempest, and I, the willing casualty. I combust from within, my lungs and heart aflame, fueled by the allure of your fragrance, reminiscent of vanilla body wash that kindles this improbable vitality...