Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

[loving you, it doesn't mean to please you for I won't; I will not grace you for you to be happy with me] daily to see my reflection on your blade before of awakening my flame… it's a fight… fight if you want to devour all my burning with passionate desires happiness operates so; this entity loves to see you suffering first… then comes…  comes in small doses and explodes in apogee under crackling kisses… [loving you, it doesn't mean to please you for I won't; I got skills to do much more; I'm songs lyrics' fever]

to not wrench your morning fragrance, i lean softly upon your inflamed wrath letting this love-starved heart of mine to migrate inside you enthusiastically, pleasant to arouse you, and to listen to my minute, springing up within forever through the field of wildflowers bathed into nights of loving, of passions, of us