Poetic Mood ⋅ Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I made my way to the fever tree with the branch of my senses; like a fire through the jungle I sparked love's ignition in you; metamorphosed in a bonbon with pure fruity aroma, I sank in ...you – the luxury man on fire, cheffing me (in your inferno); fevered, I dared to climb out of your veil as a blazing torch; that's why you're lusting for me, a bonbon with pure fruity aroma; you're damn too infested with my love's succulent mutation;

i put on my lips the vitamin, — Kiss; all of me is vitaminized with you; the metaverse moves my thoughts smoothly,  contouring so your nanoseconds in my hope; in passionately torrent, you're plunging, I'm plunging; together we're bathing in love's light;

my steps sound in the rhythm of your thoughts thoughts that are calling me out in your dreams dreams kissed smoothly on their velvety skin, skin perfumed luxuriously with exotic scent, gently and alluring alluring and charming connected at the voice of a nightingale a nightingale on the fold of stars and moon's wrist, singing singing in its abandon, the pure essence of our carnality

subjugated in the choreography of your love, it feels as if I'd be the metaphor of your life, painted in the colors of your imagination, lubricated to experience one fine day, daily, in sensations found in any pretext, infused melodiously through a kiss, as fiercely as it is your lust for me, with your lips pressing mine while my arms are caught around your neck, and your fingers are knotted in my curly hair, clinging me more tightly to feel the talks from your mind about chapters that are ambrosial when aren't said out loud but only bestrewed in one sweet and tender touch of our instincts ────────🌹──────── (psst...) do you still dream, [you & me, as one]