Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

pleasant emotions flood spontaneously like a dandelion in the spring hungered of lips on soft lips, so good... — so-so, again as much real as the unreal composing a mood, painted, sung, dreamt, and spoken in contagious gods' language and the spirit of goddesses to flourish inside you an afternoon experiment; ‧‧‧ then another, and another, and I, clearly, have chosen to be a flashback, — you addicted

in a way known only by me and you, uh, we're going to love each other until the end of the time, and then, forever after, we'll build another realm identical with your soul and mine