head over heels
a dreaming whisper,
a tender sound, —
[my soul sautΓ©ed]
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a few drops of honey,
an exotic condiment, —
[you bath in my fire]
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an amalgam of feelings,
a hurricane of emotions, —
[both overwhelmed]
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adrenaline
every morning, before sniffing out the day's whispers, I'm taking first, my adrenaline's dose, [as usually] ‧ the sun, the chirping of the tiny sparrows, the breeze of the sea, try impressing my windowpane ‧ each of them takes care of any part of me, improving magically, my coiffure, my eyes, my mood ‧ the hugs, the kisses, the innocent giggles, are advanced by love's light that loves bathing in me...