I'll mind You

surprises are your pièce de résistance
with which you move me, [tactically]

and yet I wonder if I'll mind You with
my curiosity about your intentions

will you reshape me even tomorrow,
[perhaps] in a realm, or a philomel[?]

[shh], I just caught in flagrante delicto
a slyly gaze tattooing similarly smile

dreams feel blurry; come, brighten 'em

πŸ“–

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs