Analysis of "heather gray"

So soft her skin shades of white linen,
Kayla smells of spring rain fallen on tinned.
Paintings of her in my mind olive drab,
swirling pale shades a heather gray dab.

Flowing lines from her lips ardent red,
kissing me softly on clouds from her bed.
Falling through to fields of pink ecstasies,
waking to the smell of fresh daisies.

Again to reminisce to fall away asleep,
enraptured murals of clovers so deep,
from morning dew of streams cockatiel blue,
stroking her cheek it all came in view.

Violet blue brushed her eyes silk ties,
velvet lashes fell against my grays too wise,
spinning my heart around a vast splendour maze,
set my mind tantalized in a daze.