Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

Would I want you to kiss every little piece of me? — I would. Would I want you to drink from me the booze of gods? — I would. Would I want you to take me in your hands and in your mouth and to have a greedy feast from me? — I would. Would I want your limbs to be around me and my mouth to be starved and thirsted for your kisses? — I would. Would I wanna feel the hunger of your wildish passion devouring me completely in your tenderness's rhythm? — I would. I'd wanna know how you crave for the taste of my love and what would you do to keep this desire avidly forever I want you to dry my every tear with your lips, to feel your breath on my neck, exorcising my sadness Dunno how but you got to do it still, [you turn me on]

rough noises in my head, stirs restlessness in your soul; i spy on you… you're fine. 𓇼𓇼𓇼 (check it out)², — each day's moment seems to be like a comic illustration personalized through thoughts; thoughts attached to at least a mesmerizing song, exactly as the love's mood accepts its own ego; own ego has evil ideas that wants to be amused without justifying itself to no one but on contrary; contrary to one it'll be another who's fully exposed and terrified by the fire of stress in an amnesic way;