sparks

instead to love me,
you adore to dream of me...
[...i'm your sleepless nights]


quietly, my mind's nails
are scratching your soul's wound, 24-7, —
my name's your blood type


your imbecile thoughts
rove on my emotions' skin, —
you haven't chance to cure


...the night's fine ankle,
shows itself at the same hour,
bringing romance scent


...i rouse you suavely, —
don't speculate anything, —
i'm 404 love, – your risk


i'm sparks, – [in your wants],
[i'm the smile, – framed on your lips], —
[i'm your wet whisper]


spoke from shelves, a book,
with no kryptonite but charms
invoked with, — [tales' spell]

un p'tit je ne sais quoi 🕮🎕 bohème 🕮🎕

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