...an unmistakable scent is breathing my thought right from the first sing of a flamboyant rooster; 🫧 it is autumn's copper win-o in an aired fruity honey tint winded in smoky pastrami, lurking slyly at my window; 🫧 gifted by a heartquake, my eyes got wide open and my mouth salivated in childhood memories; 🫧 instantly seduced, i'm urged to take a walk to the fair, to savor the season's treats and do a new, indelible day; 🫧 inviting, life plays with me, feeding myself with p'tit joys to chase away daily issues into nowhere, into no mean;

a riverwalk, — my body; your mouth, — my lover voodoo me transpire magic suspirations…

a reply that you can give to someone is one that's been expected, but for which nobody asked you no questions, — it's similar, like a pause of 13 minutes at a black coffee with an intense boom spread on you, as after that, to realize that the period of time of a certain one dreaming of you, it'll look like a ghost who screens you an unwanted notice, — (error 404)