Ma Douce Ivresse by Cécile Desserle

I let my mind be caught and decorated in a story
portrayed in the colored sound of your fairyland
well expressed in the language of lavender flowers
trained to whisper tenderly and to wear my name
in the fragranced echo of your velvety thoughts,
you, magnificent deity, the magician of my love
who let himself abandoned in my sweet drunkness

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

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