my sweet and tender beast
I let the beauty of me be sought in the world
and as the clue, the moon became the sun.
Enchanted, the shore became the tide
playing between sunset and sunrise allured
by a whisper that can be as well as yours,
nightmares are fond memories
the longing's light is on, — about an hour will let me chill out; the mental pictures urge, — i'm faced with all you'll do to me; frissons and butterflies rouse, — my eyes utter what my mouth can't; in love with the present, — the moment lives me, i live it, too; your joy was to please me, — nightmares are fond memories; orgasm tacit in unison, — you smile, i smile, — sleep tight; ⟮my un p'tit je ne sais quoi is lured to the poetic Stockholmsvy⟯ trick
