turn me on

Surround me, invade me, thrill me, love me
with fragments of some phrases rounded
and mixed with fresh words whispered,
treasured and astronomically sparked
traveling among present and past tense
spraying a willful aura of some moments
of a season with the scent of December
in endless discussions, innocent flirtation,
citrus and frost. Words with sexy touches
perfumed with drops of warmth with ice,
for keeping a dual strong flavor, intensely
and dizzyingly, scented with a proper taste
of few tenderness moments between
a ravishing smile smelling of fable and
a bizarre longing in endless echoes with
happiness perfume. Happiness smells good.
It smells of you. So much you turn me on.

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi 

Norah Jones

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