why the voice of your heart scolds me
why you're sinking in my liquid dreams
why you take the shape of my essence
why you flourish with your lips, tongue
and sob, - the prose of my skin's poetry
why your words build wild desire in me
why I'm a woven embrace in your mind
why the fangs of your soul are my drug
why between the entwined of my facts
I rouse at love's banquet directed by you
… … … … so isn't better to claim me if
it's sexy to make me miss you every day
…
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Lou Doillon │ Alberta & The Dead Eyes │ BRIDGE
