I adore the caresses of the delicate
chilly mornings on my sleepy skin…
I adore whispers of love in the dawn
to lure me to a new adventure of life.
It thrills me so delicately when I feel
the summer breeze, — on my neck…
And coffee. It makes me melt myself
in his secret whisper bent in its steam,
belle and seductive as I’m lovely felt,
when the frail deed of love redemption
leads you to a new level of happiness.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi