caress me, baby…


Tenderness, — 
I got to be wrapped… 
Preciousness, — 
wrap me, please… 
I’m cold, — 
Come… — Take me 
 in the season of hell 
with the drunken boat 
of the Rimbaud 
if you wanna, — or… 
in the waste-land 
with the cruelest April
 of Eliot’s, – but come… 
come to caress me, baby
 ✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ 
The Blues Project ♪

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