Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

your lips... your lips are stepping tenderly on the soft warmth of my breasts without to deceit, any part of them, or to erode them by some means the humid air of your tongue breathes me correcting daily... one by one... my primordial sounds that lured you... so, how did we become a moment of love ؟? you didn't do it like me, i didn't do it like you yet, we merged with each other turning us into a structure without rules... we're just painted by the sun arrowed by moon

don't you see I'm burning with desire to see you? .............................................................................. to identify you in any of my fantasy all the best artists used their emotions the seductive colors of words built you to be my fire fine structured musical compositions melt me in you in real life with accuracy exposed on your face sketched by memories the verses of stars are in your eyes the lips of my inexhaustible blue tales are devouring yours; [you don't oppose]