you had put the longing's music in my soul, pairing it with discreet tones of your whispers to explore me gently in all my existence using subtlety and the tender sweetness  of your entity, you manipulated meticulously, like a pharmacist, my flower's essence patiently and friendly like a teacher, insisting on whatever subject, and like a perfumer, who keeps equilibrium on the playground love, you styled the answers so savagely you had set the longing's music in my soul paired with Do-Si-Do ingredients of the nightrider you are, the chef of my fantasies

on this very day, I stopped in a hurry between the verses of the sky, domesticated by the poetry you are ‧ and I sang in the major key, coupled at flowers' jubilee in nectar's tinge, sufficiently to feel you as if you'd be ‧ a veiled genius, the seductive Kolibri

fragile, in the thoughts of yours, the thunderclouds brought to you the natural scent of love I'm in

no matter what we preserve to do, we're guilty of everything, even if for the most part, our mind tries to unleash constructive emotions 🎥YouTube  — mind