Murmurs

 Child  in the savanna of your arms,

tepid languor, breeze so warm ,

rebirth  lava and saliva 

solstice  and summer  slow...

Delicate cherries of your lips,

ma douce chérie, mon envie,

that I taste fire and fiery flower ...

I, rather  Amsterdam,

you ,so Penny lane ,

 tea party ,juniper berry,

deep water  indigo , 

a little drop of porto...

your caresses designing 

unsaid  naughty stories,

my sparkling partner ..

long caves whispering,

switch on the love ,

and  its feline curves...