Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

his fingers drain on the soft skin of her memories his tongue sinks into the viaduct of her mouth a sweet tender tension springs in her elastic universe...   that's all I saw in the promotion last night before a movie start it wasn't bad, but no good either, [my mind got lingers still on ad]

here I am, organic, fragile, timid, sought by your wonder-working in the foreplay of heart and soul, with the transparency of a smile at the rendezvous of thoughts in the voyage of music anthology, felt explicit in the vibe of a word, mine and yours, tacit wild thing