Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

if you're already on a path without knowing where it leads, I'm gonna murmur to your ear, — you're already in my dreams the frisson is hidden in a smile, the febrile indecency it is a tender, sweetly delectation, you're lying in my bed, you're the metaphor of my being, you dream with me

Here I am, — loving you. 𓇼 All satellites have been positioned relying on any move of my ankles. 𓇼 The operators and photographers have arranged the light, frames, samples, too. 𓇼 Look out for shadows. Fix my attire. I'm a sensitive kind. It's no time for details. 𓇼 All will appear on first page as the breaking news with other relevant words, until this edition ends.