Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my blood runs uncontrollable in your innate senses because any tiny or wide-ranging things are filled with dreams that come true when they wear the exuberance of the scent felt in the morning which is a coffee, sequentially served with patience's sips and ideals while castling of senses help to detox any tension in calmness of love and slowly pushes me to explore much further to a newer and real good feeling with you...