one fine day


subjugated in the choreography of your love,
it feels like if I’d be the metaphor of your life,
painted in the colors of your imaginations
lubricated to experience one fine day, daily
in sensations found in any pretext infused
melodious through a kiss as fiercely as it is
your lust of me, with your lips pressing mine,
while my arms are caught around of your neck
and your fingers are knotted in my hair, you

clinging me more tightly to feel the words out
of your mind about chapters that are ambrosial
when aren’t said out loud but only bestrewed
in one sweet and tender touch of our instincts
psst, — do you still dream, you and me as one
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Chris Rea │ Sigma ft. Jack Savoretti │ Shirley Bassey