bonjour

it's just you, —
as if you're the only option...

your soul is caught
in the settings of my dreams...

my gallery's full of you, —
natively sweetly brute...

it's just you, —
my deep lust… my (bonjour…)

all is memorized in messages
with petite phrases...

all conspire thru fragile whims
and skills... (at any call...)

(j'imagine l'amour avec toi)

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs