the touch of your loving hand

mornings' selfless substitute without coffee is
the touch of your loving hand slipping smoothly
under my moon's eyelid, just enough to escalate
the finger of a moment gifted with the temper
of an inimitable ambiance sweeten with rustles
of my frisson, well-spiced by your daring kisses

πŸ“–

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs