Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

plunge into the technicolour pool of my desires; swim underwater to take a breath at my body's degrees; now, get drowning in my fantasies; calm, my hands will wait for yours to plant tacit your scent; inside, my gaze will sniff your longs; wildish, your lips will savor my lips so alike with romanceᵃⁿᵈcandy; passion will gush like an artesian well humming our moaning; any sigh will have the grapes' taste fed and erupting in love;

Close your eyes. Feel me. I'm fragile. I do pirouettes thru butterflies' thoughts. There, we live our stories, still unwritten, but kept in the space of a bud's hope. Trapped in each other, I kiss your eyelids on twilight from now until forever, sweet dream of my dream. Your dream is... I... [meet me here], [meet me there], [meet me everywhere...]