under the covers

out of the wrist of my dreams, zephyrs
of my confidential scents are unchained
in his moments..[to bring to him my joy]

evoked by the symphony of the senses
with a charming potion of my charisma
I’m smoothing his spirit in its assemble

for in musical notes, I’m under the covers
enough to chase away miserable thoughts
and his peculiar embroidered nightmares

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

📸 Dasha Nikonchuk

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