Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

plunge into the technicolour pool of my desires; swim underwater to take a breath at my body's degrees; now, get drowning in my fantasies; calm, my hands will wait for yours to plant tacit your scent; inside, my gaze will sniff your longs; wildish, your lips will savor my lips so alike with romanceᵃⁿᵈcandy; passion will gush like an artesian well humming our moaning; any sigh will have the grapes' taste fed and erupting in love;