Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I lit a cigarette continuing the game with memories of your untamed dreams when you've been for me the beggar and the king in my bed condemned at holy happiness in the empire of fantasy rising my body wanted in the sonnet of love, — ménage à quatre, the mistress of our match

I AM The Sweetest Of Devils  If Christ Is The Answer Then What Is The Question? My Devotion Will Never Fade I Crave For You a Tenderness Through Violence 

  ❝ touch the flower made of skin love the sinner and the sin let me feel you deep inside live forever, never die touch the flower of the demise love the liar and the lie let me feel you deep inside live forever, never die ❞ O N A N I [Practice makes Perfect] by Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio

the music exposes some vibes; sinner seems a sensual saint, a spontaneous one designing an indescribable experience, – provoking me to invoke him, – tacitly to lure him to my zenith to consume my burning hollow