In the midsummer sultry evening, jasmine is starlit wonder.

Sorceress clad in white, turned silver by the goddess’ kiss.

Temptress of night time pollinators, humming an aromatic melody for moths,

Make love to me, she sighs.

Moist, tranquil, intoxicating.

Lucidly dreaming, the moon’s song casting her spell.

The spider weaves in her fragrance. Is the web part of Luna’s plan?

To capture night-time wishes, as the zodiac turns again.

Venus brought money and beauty, but the dance of jasmine is lust…

The moon says, what would you like dear? Who cares if it’s seemly or just.

Jasmine tickles. She cajoles. Draws  deep, dark thoughts to the fore.

She makes light of inhibition and worries, and urges you, ask for more.

Listen to what the moths murmur, as they dance with your spirit again.

Where’s that girl? They whisper. Bring her laughing eyes back again.

Is the woman you became a surprise?, they smile.

Jasmine celebrates the woman you’ve become.

Feel the blissful thrill of her fingers, then surrender to narcotic serenity.

Be engulfed by the dream, she says. Wallow in tranquillity.

How brave are you today dear?  Dare you moon with the fairies, or Buck with the moon and the stars?

Whether you come clothed or naked, be part of the temptress song.