Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

same room, same couch, same table, same cup, same teaspoon, same tea, mixed with honey, [a dainty variety] the ritual seems a similar peculiarity, with the languor in a safety escapism for nobody to bother your gladdening […] isn't it charming to know there is one in this world who listens to same track which has the cadence of your pulse calibrated to your feel, concomitantly …¿? but why I'd wish I knew you're in it too …¿?

  ❝ touch the flower made of skin love the sinner and the sin let me feel you deep inside live forever, never die touch the flower of the demise love the liar and the lie let me feel you deep inside live forever, never die ❞ O N A N I [Practice makes Perfect] by Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio

for you, I'm not identical with who I am for everyone but just the one to which I've transferred all my ego; this version of myself is much more tender, deeper, better and loving,  fragile and much vulnerable; please take care of it, — satisfy this version of me if it's your desire too, and not exclusively mine…

when another mind, it penetrates your mind, it's wonderful, but when are mixed up, and treated as art, mental orgasms last a lifetime