sentimental moments…

What are you doing at the hour when I miss you?
Culpable, I recompose you with some sentimental moments 
You’re a flower. Fruit. Without as me to know which kind.
I pick you up, I taste you and relish you, with lack of shame,
I love you! You are the scream of daring pleasure. Mine…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Eric Clapton

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