Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

scintillations of my eyes, — a subtly slyly giggle tongues' interconnection, — the lineament of a kiss a tender slap on posterior, — a bonbon, stolen by you splitting something unique, — a magic look of your lust confidently, I dare to feel it, — love lives in my dreams' ville

through mystic labyrinth of words that briskly fly amid the shadows, it whispers love, togged in my suit, [hold-on, just-breathe, I'll-be-there] i'll be in the lucid psyche's essence led by unspeakable parlance, to feel composed as you were born surrounded by the scent of stars stars are infused in colors of the day, well propelled in your cozy gravity, while deep transitions of the fantasy lop about, in allusive phraseology…