A glass of love, please…
To not be cloned.
The bite must be unique.
Must be full of aroma,
having character…
and doubtless,
the scent of the sea…
The kiss must have
the taste of wild fruits
enriched in florals notes.
A glass of love, please…
filled with velveted words.
To not be cloned.
Must be mysterious…
Must be similar
with those whispers which,
at a tenderly moment,
we’ve had some drinks,
deeply expensive
in our pink creativity.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
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