Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

love has the shape of my heart... its dream is to dream my DNA is made from longing's cells... no wonder i push you to live longings but when [and only if] you'll gaze into my eyes, you'll read the gift of them [so full of poems] for love has the shape of my heart and my DNA is made of longings and both have the aim to oxygenate your time [for a while...] [when and only if...]

perfume of a gentle, untamed summer, sweet pie with mascarpone and cherry, ice cream with chocolate and caramel, adequately music swimmingly diffused, tender whispers assaulting hot desires, lips on a crystal with something dreamt, and kisses on the nape to give frissons there, [somewhere, someday, somehow] [like a some Kokomo realm] felt to d‧a‧y