the wrist of my moments drunk you with my dreams following the natural course of my sunrise and dark using the warm and wet lips of my unlimited thoughts 𓇼 the nets of your stars shine in the womb of my night with wonderful words till the edge of every morning when both of us whisper for each other, — I love you 𓇼 undomesticated, my passion looks for your savagery in the seductive perfume of flowers… X-rayed by you at the hour of the kiss for the vitamin, [drive me wild]

I live in a world full of colors but some perceive me in only one tint I see things, might others can't see I hear sounds, might others can't hear I love you, means my salute The sun, means my smile The moon, means my murmurs The flora and fauna, sea and the sky, wear my name The color of my blood and spirit orchestrates my feelings The universe is my home I'm a dreamer but... Most of all, I'm a Woman — A Confident Woman

my eyes on you behind the stars are breathing time, intensifying the magic of our blue club composition, scattered by the beauty of the memories, on wings of the moon, at the apogee of a hypothetical world full of passion, and the endlessness of lovely fantasy where is no ceiling, or any other surface-level kind, for I rooted you in me a bunch of times and got it all