The words are ready
Not knowing exciting
Where it could go
Pendant that butterflies move
My adventures of lust
In the corridor
For your heart
I have a few rare moments
When looks like yours
Like a summit
Blink before me
Something new
I imagine you are blushing
Arouse me
I imagine your fervor
Restores me
No burning desire
Or thirst could plunge
Without mirrored
Tongue affection
This can be
Our direction
I’m open
Could we
© GÄ
Poétique 