Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

savor me utterly, — (i smell like spring flowers) direct your lips tenderly on my tender grapes; paint your fire on my being, — [mhm], (unleash it) set your sanctuary into my scorching shelter; let the words be your hands preaching desire... yes, from my flowery twig in your sacred scent;

why the voice of your heart scolds me when it sinks you in my liquid dreams while you take the form of my essence, budding with the sighs, tongue, and lips of your prose… upon my skin's poetry why your words build a wild lust in me, turning me to look like a lacy divination while the fangs of your soul drug me, texturing my facts to entwine and flow through love's banquet, directed by you why better not claim me, if it's so sexy for you to make me miss you, every day