these thoughts of you

while you breathe my kiss
and paints ideas of you and me
night scans our sentence

our muscles' language
are choreographing love
and moans with giggles

entire universe,
Γ  la mode, begs for a place
in our league, — (thrills' club)

the dreams have visions
following us wherever
are these thoughts of you

scanned by the night…
with me… [through any sentence]
[where you breathe my kiss]

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