Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

kilograms of hours, all my longing weighs; it’s seen on my thighs, hankering to feel you laying ’em in a split to look in… to moan… to love what you see kilograms of smoko, the stars sang a blues, invoking your throb, (a sensual cure) gasping in my bedding, crazy charming nest agonized by dreams kilograms of hope, around here and there just a touch away in illegal fun’s style with me hung in future with you in the past pirating my smile kilograms of words are still summon you to summon up… me

like a belle muse, schemed and lured with the quill-pen, ends and starts the dream painted with the guitar's echo panicking our eyes and lips with the physique of passion, happily snowed and wrapped with the flakes of our lust, me ⇌ you, fusing in one desire, créme de la créme, love