Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

passionate thoughts are spidering my soul with this wild perfume of this season's day 𓇼 sybaritic, the booze of gods rains on my lips to annihilate the chaos from my mind stave 𓇼 the dreams' melodrama dances on my skin dressed up in questions and astonishment 𓇼 common senses philosophize in the language of Dassin, attached to the keyword, (à toi…)

a fire's burning smoldered between a-rouse out of a dream and another you're given in an absolute lethargy incapable of intervening for a while reputation captured appetite's sense forgetting about commandments for love came here embodied in me, you to get lost in my soul's bouquet