Poetic Mood ⋅ Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

(your gaze), (got down slow at my book's shelf), (stirred by lust, leafed... my diary) 𓇼 (enriched with yearns), (my words' soul), (breathe out vitamins, to… breathe in… your love…) 𓇼 warm lips of some song, knitting in our apogee, sketched, at once, our world

by instinct and tempted, i authorized the nights to gently caress your lips with the tenderest kisses while you wait for me ⋯ while you wait for me with your mind kneeled, with your soul shivering, with your lungs howling, with your longing begging ⋯ with your longing begging frankly, gutsy, intimately to love me... to love you chicly, deeply, uniquely, on the big dream's screen

Bathed in the hug of your sun pampered by romped waves kissed on my lips by your stars in the existence of my dream wars of any thought get banal. .................................. In your angelic spirit, — I am an altar, — a mystery sculpted with your smile, with your gaze and your voice stuck in gravity of a delicate realm l'hawaïenne