Analysis of Asian tea for two in the afternoon

In my afternoon of orchids
and souchong,the conversations
and ideology in a spoon.
Alter my ego with a decaying
song,the tempest will come
to me soon.Plum fruit and
ginger taste bittersweet.
Idly waiting for his to
serenade.Whisper a word
or two as our lips meet,
only to find that he hesitates.
Zang!We touch in limbo showers of
rain,by the fountain in azalea garden
green.Inertwined our bodies in rythym
pain,it fuschia in dreams.
brown eyes wide in growing fondness,
shudder in time with no directional
point,iced.Do you promise to love
only me.And than my heart will smile and
cheer if I'm the only girl for you.