itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny

by 📜🪶
I've placed some memories in one of your pockets
to be found by chance or why not, even to search
for them, when you'll want to see, again,
some shards of love, with which once I caressed you
mapping to you a magic party... invoked seductively
with some itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny positive formula,
so nostalgic in beauty sealed and savagely gathered
at a moment, when you, like me too, were all I needed

[psst... you're all I need still...]

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