Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

hard liquor, — hesitant waft… a kiss surprised in appearance like a comforting guillotine

every shade of you, it's like the baby blue sky disguised in motives, ethics, and tones having dialogues in the syntax of a photo's sentences gripped in your unimaginable fantasy's realm, phenomenal than any kind of real one, defined through the undefinable definition of our love created into the universe with all these things, just a little bit to bleed in our whispers' colors written every day in the ink of a story's sound

provocative touches ask for other heavenly touches, whatever you ask for in intimacy, it's acceptable,  it's even desirable... nothing is objectionable as long as there isn't some public nature, but what it's narrated further, it's a different story,  for the mind is always unguarded, and eyes, lips, spicy words and gestures are much more daring... there is nothing more occult than love's chemistry… ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Because 🎧 I need Love, baby, Love, not trouble... ain't funny How Love Works 🎧 More and More, Less and Less  ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬