at the morning coffee with
the ink of dream that dreams me…
the influence of mine with yours
spun up to the sky for blooming
in a color's custody full of desires…
our lust made us confess again,
how wildly about we're to each other…
then… everything around us smiled
un p’tit je ne sais quoi ©
PoeticEssences ᵏᴼᵏᴼ
