culture

his hands, — silver cutlery
shinning like a multiethnic culture

her body, — golden plate
on his flowerbed with parrot-tulips

their whispers, — regal treat
driving 'em to desired fashion menu

giggling, —
the explosion of their noisy silence
confess the appetite of their love

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs