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insatiable ‣‣‣ like usually

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the morning coffee is the flavor of love 𓇼 sentiments are whispers inked in happiness 𓇼 a beam of the sun is the ingenious smile 𓇼 the «guilty» one is «guilty» as I am 𓇼 we're both exorcized with insatiable kisses 𓇼 kisses & hugs, like usually, dreamt and stolen 𓇼 there's no modesty but a trenchant manner 𓇼 mannerly toyed in our desires tendency 𓇼 each sipped savor is translated in thrill's jargon 𓇼 the morning coffee has always, the flavor of love

the river

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the gentle modulations of the river and sea which surround the island where I'm living have listened to your arty preached prayers the golden rays of the ground I'm stepping on transformed them into the heavenly candor vowing to me I'm not misled but only loved

sea, sex, and sun

 «excuse me, I am a French man and I'm afraid I don't speak very well English but... for a French man, it's very difficult to explain… anyway, I would like to make love to you... toi petite c'est sûr tu es un hit…» [sea, sex, and sun], [mon Cheri...]

heaven sends you

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so you sent the rain to kiss my cheeks, my lips, my eyelids, — (well, i got to tell you), madly fixed with big and warm drops, it wrapped me in its sparkling dance coloring my thoughts, capturing my soul in its beads, filling my mouth with the muffled sighs to feel I am the sweet lady of yours as heaven sends you

cigarette

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[this season...] arose out of the blue, bearing its ghostly air with impregnated frosty scents, able to change the flowers' tints and shapes in its mystery, showed its revelation by trying to concoct plausible reasons for activating my lazy ass... fine adjudicated in some dreams, mixed with smoky music and bittersweet flavor of my bespoken cigarette, spiced like magic with the genial sounds of my morning coffee [this season smiled, viewing on my fantasies]

lose myself in you

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i want you never say no and to lose myself in you and to lose yourself in me in an extreme apogee... i love you, and that's okay losing me in your mind wandering, as i always do sliding in your paradise... loving you with dirty mind wanting you be not a dream feel identic feeling deep... a thought fixed on repeat

the dancing serpent

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❝ Indolent darling, how I love to see the skin of your body so beautiful shimmering like silk! Upon your heavy head of hair with its acrid scents, adventurous, odorant sea with blue and brown waves, like a vessel that awakens to the morning wind, my dreamy soul sets sail for a distant sky. Your eyes where nothing is revealed of bitter or sweet are two cold jewels where are mingled iron and gold to see you walking in cadence with fine abandon. One would say is a snake that dances at the end of the staff under the weight of indolence but your child-like head sways gently to and fro like the head of a young elephant while your body stretches and leans like a slender ship that rolls from side to side and dips its yards in the sea like a stream swelled by the thaw of rumbling glaciers when the water in your mouth rises to the edge of your teeth. It seems as I drink Bohemian wine, bitter and conquering. A liquid sky that spreads stars in my heart!... ❞

you are the shining light

Into the middle of the night, feel my closeness fabricated by my dreams inside your dreams Search for my sweet touch on your body, spiced with the woody scent of an unquenched longing rolled through my delicate wildflower's note In my secret mind's sky, you are the shining light, why do you think that our thoughts play love…

surround me with your love

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surround me with your love when the whispers of nights reconcile the silence felt in the meditation; when the longing behaves like a happy dreamer, bringing new appealing desires, for renaming the deepest calls for each joy that melts in memories and thrills kept so well in an untold witchery

a thousand kisses deep

The questions have wakened you up, and yet, your dreams kept you captured in the archive of your longings... [me]. The reality is in the system of your mind tempered with a thousand kisses deep individualized in my secret life and yours. Despite any anguish we came through, we succeeded in bringing colors to our life by letting any moment find the cadence. l'amour fou... The reality is in the system of your mind. The adult of who you are, — knows, for you'll dance me till the end of love...

trouble over me

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defines how could be described the moment when someone's listening to somebody else sighing, groaning, and mumbling of pleasure while body gesticulates sweet guilty pleasure because each ingredient tasted was touched with love and charming passion enwreathed seductive in a starved glance for that appetite of something so yearned? [trouble over me] ✶ [ 2nd variant... ] [ improved the situation... ] ✶ ✶ [ 1st variant... ][ made some feel cringed ] ✶ I wanna feel you sighing and groaning. I wanna see you gesticulating pleasure. I wanna taste your joy's throb plunged in seductive ingredients stirred by love. I want your passion to drive me insane. My starved glance has a mad appetite for that charming, muchly yearned thing. I wanna you do with it [trouble over me].

I'd love you to want me

at this moment, i'd want to be with you savoring a glass of something relaxing; delightful would be you to touch me with some of your ravishing diction full of mmm… full of oooh… full of lust, i lean my ear toward you with a shaah... inspecting if i got enough your attention… [I'd love you to want me]

the Balcony

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❝ Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses, O you, the all my pleasure, O you, the all my treasure! You'll remember the sweetness of our caresses, The peace of the fireside, the charm of the evenings. Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!   The evenings were lighted by the glow of the coals,   The evenings on the balcony, veiled with rose mist;   How soft your breast was to me! how kind was your heart!   We often said imperishable things,   The evenings lighted by the glow of the coals. How splendid the sunsets are on warm evenings! How deep space is! how potent is the heart! In bending over you, queen of adored women, I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood. How splendid the sunsets are on warm evenings!   The night was growing dense like an encircling wall,   My eyes in the darkness felt the fire of your gaze   And I drank in your breath, O sweetness, O poison!   And your feet nestled softly in my brotherly hands.   The ...

to know him is to love him

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to feel why everything has ended, you have to realize why it started and the answer came skillfully, — to know me is to love me (utterly), to know him is to love him (untold)

think about you

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« I am. O Anxious One . Don't you hear my voice surging forth with all my earthly feelings? They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings and whitey fly in circles, around your face. My soul, dressed in silence, rises up and stands alone before you: can't you see? Don't you know that my prayer is growing ripe upon your vision as upon a tree? If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream. But when you want to wake, I am your wish. And I grow strong with all magnificence and turn myself into a star's vast silence above the strange and distant city, — Time. »

all i know is you

in my theories, all i know is you, i vision you only as you are, — a mysterious one type i'm fascinated endlessly by your piercing eyes, fed with your indecent earthly smile like an acolyte of your thoughts, i feel emotions and chills into my whole body and soul a hidden desire of mine hopes your thought to feel me, to taste my magic's savor, too if would were a spectral force to surround you, should banish any trace of incertitude any debate or any bluesy mood should be a fleeting ambiance, so catch deep discretion of my smile

joking ☹ (humor)

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On the first day of school, the teacher asked a student:  — What are your parent's names? The student replied: ~ My father's name is Laughing and my mother's name is Smiling . Confused, the teacher asked back: - Are you kidding?  The student replied: ~ No! Kidding is my brother. I am Joking .

tighten up

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I'll go on a ride through your memories. If I get lost, relax. I'll find the clue which keeps our spirit tighten up connected. If not, snap your fingers, I'll come running. Don't panic. We gonna straighten it out.

my sweet and tender beast

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I let the beauty of me be sought in the world and as the clue, the moon became the sun.  Enchanted, the shore became the tide  playing between sunset and sunrise allured by a whisper that can be as well as yours, [profondo blu...], my sweet and tender beast

Te Amo

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❝ Te Amo. Te amo de una manera inexplicable, de una forma inconfesable, de un modo contradictorio. Te amo con mis estados de ánimo que son muchos, y cambian de humor continuamente por lo que ya sabes, el tiempo, la vida, la muerte. Te amo con el mundo que no entiendo, con la gente que no comprende, con la ambivalencia de mi alma, con la incoherencia de mis actos, con la fatalidad del destino, con la conspiración del deseo, con la ambigüedad de los hechos. Aun cuando te digo que no te amo, te amo. Hasta cuando te engaño, no te engaño. En el fondo, llevo a cabo un plan, para amarte mejor. Te amo sin reflexionar, inconscientemente, irresponsablemente, espontáneamente, involuntariamente, por instinto, por impulso, irracionalmente. En efecto, no tengo argumentos lógicos, ni siquiera improvisados para fundamentar este amor que siento por ti que surgió misteriosamente de la nada que no ha resuelto mágicamente nada y que milagrosamente, de a poco, con poco y nada ha mejorado lo peor de mí. Te...

dreams of passion...

nocturnal dreams of passion, wild imagination of morning, dew-drop of a thing sweetened, a secret gaze above us arouse, me in you, you in me, posing, charmed and dangerous, who?

in the waiting line

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Do you know how the devil tortures a soul? — It leaves it in the waiting line… burning up then guards slyly to see how you will alert any creature trained by your handmade ego.

Has anyone ever written anything for You?

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I'm gonna lend you my dreams, for when you'll be couldn't dream. They're domesticated and know how to drink the dew before falling out of clouds. Know that when a woman loves a man, she's writing as him to read. — Has anyone ever written anything for You? If so, then you know the modality of stars of illuminating and peeking to your universe, with an alluring tempo right a few minutes too sharp past midnight, as a few hours later to wake up chuckling, in accord with those sophisticated emotions of the man who loves a woman…

everybody's got to learn sometime

promise to ask for no special privileges, but you have a funny accent guess everybody's got to learn sometime even us in a wild combination

i feel You

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i search for something original something to fit with my mood to rime stylishly with a twilight when both of us fancied as one without censoring our feelings i search for something original which redoes alluring moments when we paced in bizarre ways ready for what wasn't expected in dependently underlined texts do you feel me as I feel you too i search for that something still

Sous le Ciel de Paris

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c'est magnifique

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just a bit earlier, a ray of the sun has slipped inside my bedding and it played with its gleam in my hair, on my face... slowly getting down on my body, hugging me with dainty caresses, inviting me to open my sleepy eyes while furtively, put a kiss on my lips, whispering to me, ultra gently, — c'est magnifique

darling pretty

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Darling Pretty, — bring to me a coffee, a palatable one, dulcified in love's hope. Beg you to not let me ingest it too fast. Satisfies me only if I savor it along with some garnish of dreams. Thanks.