heavenly

paradisiaque ✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ un p'tit je ne sais quoi © coco
the climate of my thoughts
it's consumed into a kiss
soft, long, wild, heavenly

my mind invokes you
with all arguments of lust
thirsted as an empty pen

your silhouette is contoured
by my eyes, using their color
costumed in the outfit of love

my breath is modulated with
all whispers of your touches
mysterious felt on my body

you, sculptor of my thoughts,
the climate you... set in me
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © coco 
Cigarettes After Sex
by — CocoEssences © un p’tit je ne sais quoi — 🔥✍🏻

bunch of emotions organized in words

what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply

  • time capsule
    amid of their playground love she's abandoned herself unreservedly, her sensuality spill passion imprints of his lips shine on...
  • YaYaYa...
    Can you talk without having the thought of the one which supposed to listen to you passionately and conclusively? Doesn't feel as if you...
  • hold you tight
    I woke up with the deep desire to be infected with the virus of a positive mood. You smiled. Staunchly, seeping like honey in my essence, ...
  • don’t bring me down
    The fireball caught a demon camouflaged into Grandes Oreilles , thru morning's eyelash. Sinfully, a phone's ring stabbed the silen...
  • stronger now in broken places
    You made me look different in all the pictures taken not with the camera but with your mind My absence is only felt without where...
  • all the way...
    You are the time. That time out of a past-tense. That time from a contemporary action. That time out of th...
  • what I'm looking for...
    he understood, — statement of own responsibility, it's been not what I'm looking for ... so he took ...
  • how deep is the ocean…
    instead of saying to him, I love You, like a chef, I make his favorite dish, I kiss him in the morning and night, I laugh at his jok...
  • let's play
    my harmony invites your equilibrium, at me; let's play but watch out , don't push it much; your seductive velleity should be li...
  • wild blue
    How tall is the grass cultivated by your brush on my fantasies' canvas, [it's an enigma] How many parties of colors got diluted wi...