By The Way

Imagination is just like facts. It's just as much as reality. It's like an intense, unknowing love. It's as deep, or perhaps even more focused than a shared but not materialized love. A love, which regardless of its form, doesn't waste any twinkle in gestures, or words that can't always be expressed but constantly appears on this day. That's the truest truth… And yes, it's a pleonasm, à la ᵏᴼᵏᴼ more or less………….bad as hell salut😉 santé 🥂

full of deep desire, I let my lungs to get invaded with your perfume, while your hands whispered to me on my body the romance of poetry mixed with the unfathomable lust of the real wild child as you are tamed, waiting calmly for my love