A mysterious and pretty please kind.
One between tender Moon and Sun.
It happens somewhere far far away
in a bookstore of the galaxy, where
the spoken language has the accent
of their passion perfect symmetrically
with the shapes made by scars of love
and of their dominant longing. Carnal.
This is a privy conversation. Shhhh...
It's not for watching it but feel it...
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi
Allan Rayman
