Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

you gazed at me, I gazed at you; instantly we've been diagnosed as the carriers of love's bacillus all symptoms accused us deeply as the lips contoured us severely with the cheeky smiles and longs everything you need, — i became; i am the lust, you, the wish-fullfiler; missin' yo' kissin' is passion's thrill