oh la la
Oh la la
Her musky Parisian voice
Swims inside my organs
A hot spell as a syrupy shot
Through my blood and skin
I yearn to be with her again
To kiss her cheeks
To hear her laugh
Oh la la
Infatuation or true love
It is meaningless
As long her laugh protrudes our mansion walls
Oh la la
I yearn for a soft skinned French fawn
She paints pictures
Draws cats and faces as she visits new places
The men around her eat desire
She eats rainbows, art and life
Like a vibrant verdant music
Mysterious Mona Lisa as a pure
more beautiful diva
Oh la la
Oh la la my girl
Oh la la
Your breath is a soft milky gift to the world
—Leland 13
(2013)
