the climate of my thoughts
it’s consumed into a kiss
soft, long, wild, heavenly
my mind invokes you
with all arguments of lust
thirsted as an empty pen
your silhouette is contoured
by my eyes, using their color
costumed in the outfit of love
my breath is modulated with
all whispers of your touches
mysterious felt on my body
you, sculptor of my thoughts,
the climate that you set in me
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
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the climate of my thoughts
it is consumed into a kissmy mind invokes you
with all arguments of lustyour silhouette is contoured
by my eyes, using their colormy breath is modulated with
all whispers of your touchesyou, sculptor of my thoughts,
the climate you set in me https://t.co/8tGGYwaR1o— un p’tit je ne sais quoi (@CocoEssences) July 3, 2020