Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I think I need to invent another alphabet to compose inexhaustible stories for you to get drawn on some of them. And I think stars should be the orator which shall have to read... to you some fancy-schmancy literature well-defined in a berceuse sound able to drag you in sweet dreams classified in intimate aromas when you'll wish to be absorbed with different seductive sentiments... seductive sentiments of the morning, — having top note, – naughty seductive sentiments of the daytime, — having heart note, – a privy gentle solace seductive sentiments of the evening, — having base note, – an irresistible love and in-between, — all seductiveness, — having intermixed notes, similarly to any cosmopolitan moment harmonized to an Indian summer, smoothly hugged in winter's tenderness.

I can love you only as I want. Could be politely or disrespectful. With tiny kisses or brutal kisses. Could be locally or universally. True-blue or without scruples. Into a safe perimeter or in a vision. Through lyrics or sound of a song. Premeditated or unpredictable. Like a gentle cat or like a lion. But I will not love you as you request. It isn't any satisfaction guaranteed if your love has a date of expiration.

He turned to her, running his hand up her hips then across her belly, and down among her legs when suddenly he turned around to watch tv... Astounded, she asked him, - "Why did you stop"? "I found the remote", - he replied. "But it’s a wonderful time for love", - she bumbled « ain't got nothing but a dream on me, you've got something that I really, really, really, really need... — AˢSᵒᵒⁿAˢPᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ »

(you...), you're everything I understand and  don't understand, at one and the same time on the wall of your thoughts, sits suggestive tempted visions, cocooned in a martial love opting to do nada, I fed the interest of some, [their minds were already affected by stupor] each day's mood became a modus operandi, [you do something to me... I do to you...] plus together, stirring in-depth the pyre of passion, we lured the audience to adore us... naturally [I...], after all, I am everything you understand as you did it once, [a star... wishing on a star]

thru the love's poem, — traveling, with the silent voice of yours adorned magnificently in me, i listen to your caresses, — your caresses are so exquisitely, watching my dream smoothly sliding on the limit of your lips, — your lips are so sophisticatedly, stepping in the dispute of my heart that digests tendency's breeze, — tendency's breeze, an aphrodisiac, howling without fuss, to ingest you, inside the goodly bad love of mine

suave, she approached, and whispered to him something...  chic, he phrased his joy i love you… my devil… do you love me, I need to know… confirm, please, he says… …on the longing's heart slips wild my peony's sap… …verse you love to sip

❝ On va s'en faire des matins, Les croissants dans les draps, Juste toi et moi, Tu verras, ce sera divin. On va s'en faire des câlins, Allongés sous les draps, Rien que toi et moi, Tu verras, ce sera divin Nous deux, Nous deux. On attendra tous les jours Que le soir vienne et qu'on se retrouve, Impatients comme au premier jour, Notre amour est sûrement plus fort que tout. Ou, si tu préfères l'espace, On peut s'enfuir sans laisser de traces, En ignorant les lendemains. Tu verras, on sera si bien Nous deux, Nous deux. Elle retourne la question, Elle a le regard fixe, une obsession, Mais, oui, il a raison ! Et, tant pis si tout se casse, Tant pis si un jour nos deux cœurs se lassent. L'amour passé, jamais ne s'efface, Notre histoire d'amour gardera sa place Tout au long de nos vies, Et, tu verras, on pourra se dire, Ce sont des bons souvenirs, C'était un moment intense de vie Nous deux, Nous de...

me, standing over there; you, watching over me; waiting, smiling, making no mistakes, blessing what is hidden... the joys, the caresses... all  in a beauty endless alchemy

My tranquility has colors. It's ROYGBIV… The treasure one is art with a predicted scent. It smells like wildflowers. Yet, my sonority's power sounds like a well-tuned piano. A white piano… And yes, my peace is smooth. I hear nothing… The nothingness is sweet. My tenderness feels fine. Is dainty like a velvet. Blue velvet. As is my love. Sprightly like honey. A lavender honey one. Captivating. But if the hate is bitter, if the indifference hurts, if the tears are fame's vapor, it's not my job to define it since my way of loving is ambrosial… is silky… I live as blue as the sky, I feel the spirit warm, I live dreams and, when I wake up, I refuse to see that reality could be an aphotic, so over-gloomy. The magic of the cosmic symbol has spread its power all over me. I live only in the honeyed and warm colors of the rainbow.

morning's desire was to yip all day by comforting you as if I kiss you any change transpires in intonation, making each sound disintegrate if there's any confusion, eject it; feel just my murmurs of love sip a coffee on your dreamy road, tinted by a bitten windy wave in a spiced perfume of peony, joy, mint and citrus, feel me, wear me in your hot thoughts, let it be just me, loving you at the divine frequency ⋆⋆⋆ roused naturally, morning's desire, cooling me with its damn hotly scent