Déjà vous

How warmly seduces the zephyr, like a charmed ember infused raspberry stained mouth, induced by amrita left beneath velvet hair, the secret jugular bruise. Bent on knee, caressing passion’s hue, sought at the hemming of my déjà vous. Was it your providence to melt with unconscious testaments felt where skin’s sublime perfumes rise, or was your zealous demise redefined, when existence was embroidered with my design? For one moment lay subdued, while zephyr wanton strokes the muse, and raspberry mouth is sweet transfused, with nectar’s fervency abused. Wipe tender lips as exit you, for world knows those who savored fruit.