smoke

I sense a scent of fear,when we are near.Seldom would I notice,its just I seem to care.thou its ever so slight,it somehow seems right.A bit of caution a thought of doubt,if I really am a genie you'd do well conjure a scheme to let this one out.I'll grant your wishes,I'll clean your dishes I'll make you a little less suspicious in this world that can seem so often vicious.Go on ,ease it down, invite me in ,let me walk around, in your world, let your secrets unfurl,catch that breeze ,fill my soul and put we at ease.If you please,I shall please.