lighthouse glints slip smoothly on the shore of dreams' time zone ‧ their beautiful horizon's portraiture unveils your moon's smile a li'l closer ‧ deep, on coral reefs inserted, longing is set to not get lost at sea ‧ anchored on a driftwood, dawn's pendulum sailed you to me ‧ instead of a message in a bottle, i found you whispering to me, —  ‧‧‧ «who's the one drunk with love and waits for you on the island of hope?»

slowly, — his gaze canvassed down to the mystery of her fluidly feeling there are no shortcuts, — his psychic is unlocked instantly dimension of ecstasy enraptures him to the deepest desire the astral embodiment of her yoni springs on him, sweet like a flower her giving is in his rustle's intimacy, in the deep insatiability of his breath is a harmony of the event's testimony in a voyage over bridges of thoughts each gesture and touch is Rhine falls in the torch climax of the passion the words' personality moves their lips beyond their heartbeat's silhouette she's ready, – wants him; he knows it is …her poem's air in his butterflies' shelter

whisper my name write my mirage experience me, — in the name of longing in the name of verbs in the name of mystery in the name of appetite for my smile, for my eyes that kiss you, caress you for here I am your drunkenness, urging you valiantly to bathe me in the dew of your smile, to see me blossoming on dawn's edge of your lips on mine, — profiled to not get as one perceived feelin' dangerous  for I whisper your name for I write your mirage for I experience you bohème