my thoughts are traveling
aimlessly,
from place to place, —
have been transformed
by your desires
beyond the savage dreams, —
le besoin de la nuit 
is reflecting
dans le mystère de ton l’ocean
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Fred Nevché

she wears the attire of his kisses,
of his touches, of his comforts
she’s not naked, but covered entirely
with the expensive suit of love
his love… not of him… not the other…
are you embarrassed to get naked?
she’s wearing proudly this attire
for she’s been loved and she is still…
because… and… any-time of the year
gratuitous, love lead them anywhere
©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Yung Heazy