Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

irregularly moaning… [mine] naked body, groggy campfire, [in eyes' bedding of yours…] [i touch myself...] — your gaze is tripping in mine… [insane…] love's looking for us… [not us] famished, we crave for… more any thrill, any nerve, is unbolted [it's your turn], [touch yourself] [inspire me…] [that's the dream which danced in my mind…] [a wish seen at 11 past the hour]