Twilight In The Medina

What is this sweet intoxication?
travelling in the hot evening air
laced with spice and the scent of bare skin
the radiant warmth of cobble stones

Is it the heady smell of citrus?
drifting from windows all clad in blue
overture to the foreign chatter
the streets awake as the twilight falls

Did you smell my infatuation?
as you lead me down those narrow stairs
a smokey room with beaded curtains
mint tea and the sense of adventure

Would that fragrant perfume still linger?
in the gaudy fabric of the place
I doubt that it would stimulate me
quite as much as when we stole away