Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

there it is your longing, — it's written deeply on my skin with lust's igniting ink kept in your mouth's container; the nibs, — your lips have harvested radiant thrills planted fluently by my sighs in any intense apogee; our love seduced the music to listen to us, — you and I are an inciting icon mirrored in all universe;

we will go to meet today at this hour in this place; your heart will beat fast without knowing to react seeing the look of my joy possessing your ecstasy  in my sculpted silhouette, provocateur gesticulating [oooo…ahhh…] frissons, like no other human being; the place is set discreetly, enough we do not beware when we touch ourselves with complete naturalness in love's décor of passion

It was only a drink, and my mind climbed on a tiny cloud to listen to your smile with the sweetest tremor of lust, murmuring... (slow an´ easy), structurally, (love´s interlude), — good night, my love‧‧‧ Bilingual, I whisper to you, — I'm here... I'm there... I'm everywhere... (I listen to you). Do the same to have a (good) day and night, alike. After all, — (happiness is a warm gun). Keep it so... here... there... everywhere I am.