while my lips metamorphosed them into divine effigies
and ruled your soul making it be a servant of my wishes
for I've let your mouth to nourish with my cute Darkside
as all monsters, those zombies that wear beauty's mask
to suffer fully terrified by the boom-boom of your pulse
I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons...
now, your royal creature comforts me from all directions
with your soul, - a fireplace having hotly and spicy sound
of the sandalwood and cèdre thru the rustling of books
while their foliage, lifeblood of a tasty lachrymose wine
are revived in coffee beans for nobody to get silly with it
…
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Sam Tinnesz │ Foreign Air │ Johnny Stimson │ KONGOS │ 2WEI │ KOKO
