Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

clandestinely, your dreams open window of my dreams they're ripened in the sin's oven of ideating me, of ideating you vibe is diluted in mint's color of your eyes fixed on mine your one desire is I, invited with my one desire sizzling in yours …and in a snap dreams go in their silky sleep, [dawn budded]

(the scent out of me is, — you…) the arrangement of the bouquet uses the metaphor of music explored in an accurate structure to describe a sensual experience; the head — has the magical travel the heart — has a world of the dreams the base — whatever is in my mind   (the scent out of me is, — you…) taste is equilibrated in your tendency, (could you would you devour me...?)