time capsule

into their playground love's atmosphere,
she's abandoned herself unreservedly,
(her sensuality spills passion)

imprints of his lips shine on her smile
while his lungs, lustily, scan her Venus,
(anointed in her absolute)

beauty wears the name of his climax…
cryptic touches, delights, and suspires, —
(a bohème time capsule into the wild)

un p'tit je ne sais quoi 🕮🎕 bohème 🕮🎕

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