Poetic, – the hormones of music are invading my coo-ca-choo . The cadence of all my pleasures, it devils the agony in ecstasy. The tiny butterflies donate to me, every frenglishly frisson . With the ink's rhythm, my words are entrapping you, too. Admitting I'm not perfect, furtively, you deeply track my Essence . You're hooked on my Poetic Allusion , (my playlists ♪ your mood passkey).
with the prelude… into B-flat to final chord into G-sharp , his lips with mine got in duet ‧ with lust pulsation in high-C and kiss's riff on radio waves, we literally laid a full climax ‧ oh yeah, suit of a desire's thrill played on repeat, hued in bis-es of B-flat, G-sharp and high-C
I'm as sweet as a sin in your eyes, when you hold the fasting of me demurely in your soul and mind loving me till God and looking humbled for the light to find a smell of the saint of myrrh. I'm as sweet as a sin in your eyes, then, when you're waiting for dispensation, that dispensation for love without knowing if it'll come this sweetness of godly thought with the smell of books and innocence. I'm as sweet as a sin, and you… you gotta be a chocolate Jesus looking in the sinner inside you knowing that it is not a miraculous icon or healing source that could heals you of me... me............................as sweet as a sin…
defoliate me of all yesterday showing me the way you feel on this very sidereal moment defoliate me in your longings dizzily possessed and penned by love's palpable attendant defoliate me in now's climate on this planet of paradise with your lips respiring mine
i am the sky of the skies above all the skies, bearing the sun of the sun of all the suns, and the moon of the moon of all the moons i am the world of the worlds of all the worlds, bearing the star of the stars of all the stars, and the dream of the dream of all the dreams i am the wish of the wish of all the wishes, bearing the night of the night of all the nights, and the day of the days of all the days i am the love of the love of all the loves, bearing the color of the colors of all the colors, and the joy of the joys of all the joys i am the very best of the best of all the best, for i am the i of myself of all the i of the selves of i, crème de la crème of all the crème de la crème (je suis mille fois un trait distinctif traduite), while a thousand times is not enough for what i am for any sky, any world, any wish, any love, inculcated
ₘmₘₘ, (what a good taste has your love for me...), it sedates even the midnight moon p.d.q. shhh... breathe... say nothing; let me take the words I want directly from your hungry lips; your moans caress my hearing as if are the canticles' canticle; i'm in you deeper than it feels Cantique des Cantiques [ from the Old Testament ]
At this hour like that, the gentleness of the wind flows over me. The whole universe loves me. And… (again), my shiny fancy outfit is my pajamas… — (carefully...), — I've combined a feeling with a word, which contains much more philosophy than usual, using the magic power of some incantation and the essence of (why-what-who…) it is, — a kind of… quiet and good-natured, (؟‽) — a kind of… alluring and perfidious, (؟‽) — a kind of… honest and open, (؟‽) — a kind of… pompous and mischievous, (؟‽) — a kind of… mute and stubborn, (؟‽) — (while all together maintain the scent of my bohème beauty, wrapped kindly...) , (in one's mystery...) (؟‽). Those things created some connection, allowing me to make a trip on a route that seems not to be similar but rather meticulously updated, facilitating a story already lived and felt next to someone, which even if it isn't versed enough, influences all facets of emotional factors that make subst...
I can't be face to face with you, — and yet, I plunged with aplomb into the starry desires of the fantasy, letting myself be pigmented by the rays of the sun and mystical symptoms of the moon, using the pen of your soul, to take daily your philosophy's shape, chic sketched out, according to your art of loving, emitted sensually through a daring posture of your scent, tamed with sweetened kisses, through all my senses... I can't be face-to-face with you — and yet, inventive, I blindfolded your moon with my sunshine. I whispered to it, you'll find me. Subtle, you did it. You found me, crayoning my inside world. An echo in chaos.
...the present day came equipped in the day of yesterday, as if it's gotten back for more, to perform in you, — [you...], [my naughty dream installed at the sun's extremities] ▫▫▫ furtively, i looked at it, puzzling itself in its own love, embellished with the beads of the moments, lived at the neck of thoughts, while it studied amour's ABCs, [and...], [and timidly, the present day has stolen me a smile] ▫▫▫ in a flash, happiness wings grew gently from my soul in my chest; the insanity of impatience began to waltz; emotions knew they're translated by no other than you, [all in all…] [all in all, romance language intimidates, whatever day]
spinning my mind for you to find me... — i began dreaming you're searching for me ‧ not being enough fast, i used my tricks and sent my eyes' tones on your dark sky ‧ with my lips, — [having smoothly touch of the sun's beam], i kissed your eyelids ‧ do you feel a crystalline and playfully smile walking through your blood… well, it's mine ‧ hear alluring sighs in your eardrums... — they are for you to memorize my name ‧ if you sniff a scent, — it's my body's one, cruised with my wind's gentleness on you… ‧ all of me signify a hallucinogenic silhouette, metastasized through all cardinal directions ‧ and is surveilling you, and is waiting for you, and will bring you to me… in an [ultrarêve]