it's consumed into a kiss
soft, long, wild, heavenly
my mind invokes you
with all arguments of lust
thirsted as an empty pen
your silhouette is contoured
by my eyes, using their color
costumed in the outfit of love
my breath is modulated with
all whispers of your touches
mysterious felt on my body
you, sculptor of my thoughts,
the climate that you set in me
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©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi
Cigarettes After Sex
the climate of my thoughts
— un p'tit je ne sais quoi (@CocoEssences) July 3, 2020
it is consumed into a kiss
my mind invokes you
with all arguments of lust
your silhouette is contoured
by my eyes, using their color
my breath is modulated with
all whispers of your touches
you, sculptor of my thoughts,
the climate you set in me https://t.co/8tGGYwaR1o
