Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

to not stop the insanity of love, a tenderly memories' cascade intones thru the veins of a poet, gentle breaths masked in lust from an elixir of a laced chalice guided by the kissed dreams in the whispers of the wishes, a sense triumphs into a passion grounded into a time undirected, longing's gravity it gesticulates charming confessions about us, miming geography of our words never problems just work of art

you had put the longing's music in my soul, pairing it with discreet tones of your whispers to explore me gently in all my existence using subtlety and the tender sweetness  of your entity, you manipulated meticulously, like a pharmacist, my flower's essence patiently and friendly like a teacher, insisting on whatever subject, and like a perfumer, who keeps equilibrium on the playground love, you styled the answers so savagely you had set the longing's music in my soul paired with Do-Si-Do ingredients of the nightrider you are, the chef of my fantasies

in my mind [you are] a passionate spark roving breathlessly in my heated blood to prove that I'm not, [not an easy love...] but which stirs you up for you're watching me, you watch me I dance dancing in your dream to love-me-to-death faithful like a wolf...