illegal fun

kilograms of hours,
all my longing weighs;
it’s seen on my thighs,
hankering to feel you
laying ’em in a split
to look in… to moan…
to love what you see

kilograms of smoko,
the stars sang a blues,
invoking your throb,
(a sensual cure)
gasping in my bedding,
crazy charming nest
agonized by dreams

kilograms of hope,
around here and there
just a touch away
in illegal fun’s style
with me hung in future
with you in the past
pirating my smile

kilograms of words
are still summon you
to summon up… me

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs