belle

like a belle muse, schemed and lured with the quill-pen,
ends and starts the dream painted with the guitar's echo
panicking our eyes and lips with the physique of passion,
happily snowed and wrapped with the flakes of our lust,
me ⇌ you, fusing in one desire, crΓ©me de la crΓ©me, love

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs