Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I hid some kisses in the deepest inner maze of your eardrum I filled it with music and a few witty words, highly heard in any language sufficiently, my tongue and yours can replace any tone any consonant and syllable we to melt in any new/old sigh invented and storied by both of us multitudes of our fire and joy carved by our desires use beastly sensual hues we fueled with slippery sounds of our mutual lusts and a kiss-kiss-bang-bang volume