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I feel as if you're infiltrated in my veins as if you're walking like a master through my senses... Go ahead and walk. It's your own right. I belong to you, Love. I'm just saying what I have to… — Say
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nautilus
by
Coco
at the last moment, both famished with carnal desire, satiated with longing, we exposed our feelings i let him bite my tongue i let him melt in my burnings i let him quenched in my eagers all night long... all night long is still at this hour [since then...] since then we are like in a pearly nautilus shell... he let me do all that i let him did bleu Γ©lectrique attirΓ© par le bleu Γ©lectrique, physique j'entame ma descente, vers le fond, vers l'abysse je descends, toujours, plus bas, vers les Γ©toiles je ralentis le rythme de mon cΕur, tΓͺte baissΓ©e vers le nΓ©ant emmΓ¨ne moi, dans la nuit noire, ma place est lΓ un peu plus bas, juste pour voir, jusqu'oΓΉ la lumiΓ¨re me suivra attirΓ© par le bleu Γ©lectrique, mystique je glisse vers l'abysse, je m'Γ©clipse dans la nuit, bleu marine je descends, toujours, plus bas, vers les Γ©toiles je ralentis le rythme de mon cΕur, tΓͺte baissΓ©e vers le nΓ©ant emmΓ¨ne moi, dans la nuit noire, ma place est lΓ un peu plus bas, juste pour voi...
another story
by
Coco
Dear dizzy fall day from this time of the year, even if it seems to be the season of the witch, I dunno what kind of strategy are you trying. To be accurate, I didn't imagine our dating be so grayish and cold and without your golden and brassy and cuddled and warm sunshades. Fortunately, I was inspired to put on me some perfume with sprightly notes, enough for avoiding any wrong situation, also to reinvent another story, with each part of your sun, inclined on me, to look shinier. Guess that could be one of your deep excuses, in your hurry to see me, and is accepted. Yet, do whatever's necessary to fix up your mood. Even implore a competent one for a prescription… — P.S. — (Do it AΛ’Sα΅α΅βΏAΛ’Pα΅Λ’Λ’β±α΅Λ‘α΅). Winter knocks.
naked
by
Coco
softly let me kiss your lips
coffee
by
Coco
the one who loves you the most
Isn't a saturnine morning but is perceived so, identical like some complaints of yours... — which not once, you made me listen to them, even if you fooled yourself, very convinced I'm gonna let the things come easy for you. Music's wave is to deliver you another reply in paralleled dialect, like most of your actions, certain taboos of your love, here but not here, there but not there, in an axiom philosophy of the one who loves you the most... today.
heaven sends you
…right as heaven sends you, at your turns, you love to send the rain of kisses on my lips, on my cheeks, on my eyelids ‧ (well, i got to tell you), — the rain, madly fixed by big and warm drops, wrapped me tightly in its scintillating movements ‧ deviating my thoughts' colors, it captured my soul with its beads and my mouth with muffled sighs, to feel I am… your sweet lady
full delight
by
Coco
guide your mouth to my left ear, — kiss the murmurs that it hears at classy hours of the inked dreams ‧ mildly, put your lips on my thrill, you, full delight in a psychotic ripple savoring a demiurgic bohemian call ‧ take a frenetic moment of magic that's slowly drowning in my ecstasy, lushly poetized in a renewed burst
castle
by
Coco
with few royal whispers, I've been lured in the majestic castle of your brain, just to have a place where to lose my mind while the venom of your lips gorges me, as later, as a side effect, when inevitably I'll wake up, to have no tendency to ask about what happened, but just to rewind the fancy game of your sinner soul, in me, which with flair... the sun-kissed it... a lot