1-800-Love


Enchanting Moment by Willem Haenraets
be aroused by traces of my smile… —

a peony’s taste at route of your lips…
a canvas of incidents expressed
with the force of gravity at the power
of ambition and hope in finesses
of a fantasy metamorphosed
with the art of a kiss for the fault
of an overwhelming attraction incited
by distance and accessed discreetly
with that luring call at 1-800-love
of the morning heat subjugated
in a blue opaline confusion of a dream
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©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Mountain Boy │ FLOOR CRY

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