electrified

your lips pressing lightly my lips, —
a fine pamper in the liquid condition,
wildish and sweetly, — like honey

your touches drip rain on my body
to purify it with an electrified solution
of your natural tonic, fire full of art

your thought plunging in my thought,
it's writing to me, frankly, all your love,
not to be read, but to meet us again

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs