Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

…and your whispers, (all Greek to me), made my soul flutter, and lips tingle; my mind translated them as it wished, — living a dream, (want you to want me); in my lungs, I could feel growing wings, — silky, translucent wings caressed by lust; my digestive system was overburdened by cocoons' crews, ready to free butterflies; from the forehead of love, I could taste your moistened lips slipping on my lips; like a metaphor of a poet, my eyes shone, letting flow joy in a sweet-toned cascade; the meeting with you was good for me, while falling in love was a magic bonus;

my baby tames everybody making them understand that our love's edited daily, exactly as it happens today written with a fruity accent in the language of flowers and golden ink of the sun on blue sheets of the sea metamorphosed by sirens through a passionate kiss sealed (with adamantium)