My soul splits, pairs, unites.
My soul fulfills you.
It frees you from prejudice, feeds you with contrasts.
Basil and violet? Shhh—only in appearance do they seem chaste!
Like the impulsive mark of a kiss, found indelible on a shirt.
An unerasable trace of restrained life.
They intertwine, beyond thoughts of gender or distinction.
C’est un jeu de rôle—classic, elegant, distinctive, yet tainted, mixed with the forbidden.
Thus, I capture your every breath—seductive and magnetic—I’ll become your olfactory obsession.