Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

you, in any of my thoughts, kill the silence with the jaw of the fantasy; the light of your vocalizes fills the darkness making saints and devils tremble; hidden behind a mask, everyone omits how fragile you are, [hero/antihero at once]; like an insane wildish force of sea's vortex is your character acting in the love's name; and is, and is not revenge, and is, and is not  justice, but just your elixir, quelling a gaffe;

unhurriedly, a murmur flatters my eardrum, stirring up inside me an insane appetite [of him] [and he knows…] [and he doesn't stop…] he persists to tender my nerves delicately cooking 'em better with butter, fancied well [expertly…] [to me…] ✶ [head up], [I talked enough]; [what about you?] [truth] or [run run run], [god only knows where] ✶ [just the same, you'll get back into my arms...]

nobody's asking if, can i or can you cook, but they have curiosity yet, what to see, — just like a king, the time rewrites the calendar your hungry gaze are devouring me deeply, I do the same too the vapors of passion wrapped us, surrounded, no one can see a thing

it seems the memories are behaving like a connoisseur equipped fully to offer everything you're asking for; this could be somehow intimidating for some people who watch you as if you're a lovely creature, talking and listening to the voice of the own inner whore‧‧‧... lucky it only seems, otherwise, what are memories for‧‧‧؟