your lips pressing lightly my lips,
a pamper in the liquid condition
wildish and sweetly like honey

your touches drip rain on my body
to purify it with electrified solution
of your natural tonic, fire full of art

your thought plunging in my thought
writing to me frankly all your love
not to be read, but to meet us again
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©ᶜᵒᶜᵒ — un-p’tit-je-ne-sais-quoi

Percy Falls │ The Smocks