By The Way

my eyes sketch noise scream, — come, love the mouth bites dreams salivates, — sip my kiss the body writes poems the mind, — gymnastic i long... i'm in... i need... instant, you decode me translating my physic narrating me exquisite while others read still you resolved my puzzle lonely means intimacy with lost mind inherently or, as everyone knows, it's nothing but a 𝐟ʳⁱᵉⁿᵈᵧₒ𝐮𝐜ₐₙ𝐤ⁱˢˢ

— how would you prefer it to be, (younger... older‧‧‧), (you asked) — (‧‧‧distinguished...), (i replied), its ruby of the mature raspberry must vibrate on my lips in the language of Love... — must be… in—ti—ma—te—ly… must be acting in a chronicle which rouses those kinds of emotions... to take you to take me far, far away, there… from where it comes... wrapped in the veil of a kiss... if you could feel what I'm thinking