kilograms of hours
my longing weighs
is seen on my thighs
hankering to feel you
laying ’em in a split
to look in… to moan
loving what you see

kilograms of hours
stars sang my blues
invoking your scent
your sensual sound
gasping in my bedding
crazy charming nest
agonized by dreams

kilograms of hours
in waiting and hoping
with you in the past
with me in a future
hung there in illegal fun
between edge and lust
at just a touch away
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

art by Emma Silk

kilograms of hours
are gathered in the existence
of your sentiments and mine
written with the ink of stars
on the skin of our souls
with savor full of love, sin, joy
rhymed or rhymeless but so sweet
scratched by your lips over mine
for poetry wants us to want us

Thanks, Mark😘🥰 https://t.co/54DBBamuKN

— un p'tit je ne sais quoi (@CocoEssences) October 25, 2020

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