Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my night turned up its lights toward your dreams your dreams dream about me using rhymes rhymes are rhyming with some moods' spectacle moods' spectacle makes dreams come true dreams come true when we have sex for breakfast breakfast is you, wanting me exact as I want to fuck you, baby when night turns up its lights

hauntingly, a pen's romance hums along of a moment, (expected and unexpected) its ink is your air like perfume of my smile smoothly abandoned on the skin of your eyes all senses are anesthetized, just to fall asleep in your mind with the one you love time shows a dream, aroused to get barricaded in a fated cosmic love... (because) everything's written in a multiverse of a celestial body with a metabolic uniqueness this has the sin's savor, and sin has love's savor and love's savor is abstract, (asks to be lived)

lend me your voice, — i asked for spring, and it doubled my scent 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for summer, and it doubled my love 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for autumn, and it doubled my joy 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for winter, and it doubled my dreams 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for all seasons, and doubled their gift to me 𓇼 freed in a deep blue skill, i make you feel real, and yet, never enough, you summon me inside you

the deities of the autumn run in my nerves under the stars of your sky, love; watching your smile talking with my smile, they perceive precisely what you need; like a dandelion in my dream's shell, you are; so vivid you breathe the air I breathe;