let’s go

structure of reality,

a mystery of each day
a right way doesn’t exist,
for orange isn’t a color
just the perfume of her skin
spread with his fingers
for his mouth is occupied
to complain about
the silhouette of her lips,
playful visitor kissed
by a french cognac
salut welcome let’s go
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
Zayde Wølf

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