Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

kilograms of hours, all my longing weighs; it’s seen on my thighs, hankering to feel you laying ’em in a split to look in… to moan… to love what you see kilograms of smoko, the stars sang a blues, invoking your throb, (a sensual cure) gasping in my bedding, crazy charming nest agonized by dreams kilograms of hope, around here and there just a touch away in illegal fun’s style with me hung in future with you in the past pirating my smile kilograms of words are still summon you to summon up… me

the way your lips murmur it paints my breath using decent colors of your tale 𓇼 the way your eyes gaze at me it composes my heartbeats sculpting fluidly my fantasy 𓇼 the way I'm listening to you illuminates gently my hopes in the cadence of your pulse