i’m the kiss of beautiful dreams, — i’m the duchess with the drug of love on my lips, — i’m the sacrament of tender gestures and luminescence of eyes’ susurration, — i’m chiseled by his envisions vibrating not only in my heart but in any paradigm, — i’m the goddess of goddesses, — his… i am the splendor of an ending, a beginning... i'm in his formidable mood
the whispers' rustling of my carefree thoughts, it echoes through the channels of your mind ‧ the writings of my kisses are navigating on the river of wild daisies under a midnight ‧ far and wide, dreamy, bright even stormy, you're perfumed with me... your DNA bears me ‧ by my side, you feel a mesmerizing adrenaline; you — on drama//city realm, me — on comic side
i applied to poetry's lips strawberry bonbon color on its eyelashes, i applied nightly climaxed mascara the cheeks, i touched 'em with crystalline breathing hair, i let it flow naturally to diffuse its suave scent its explosive chic attire i prettified it with stilettos feeling it ready for traveling i kissed it, wishing for it, — all the good in coupling with many other poetries
(any city begins with a train station and ends up with thousands trains to anywhere...), (in the station it hears a gentle whisper), — …you, there, where do you want to go… …to which of your dreams… …is this train your destination… …would you want someone like me to accompany you…
I fed your anemia with the blood of my sun so you not to be in the darkness anymore calm, I changed any change of the moon to write to you the melodies of my soul delicately, I kissed the lips of your stars for you to compile me in infinite texts I smoothed your mind with the petals of my galaxy to caress your moments I bit tenderly the questions of your eyes for you to keep me close with your love my supreme sin is called hope, and hope slips thru your dreams to make your life sweet
you didn't care if it will ever rain as long as it didn't rain with love ‧ because of this, I gave you rain, architected, carved, portrayed, till I turned myself into a rain, into a storm... into a hurricane ‧ a typhoon I became for you daily, with my rain of stars dreaming, with my rain of laughs kissing, with my rain of longings blowing on you, exactly as the rain pours, for no one loved me like you do
in an antagonistic dream [refined] between time and space [quoted] a coffee's steam has slid furtively to one of my anesthetized shades 1stly, it combed my untamed spirit 2ndly, it woke my naughty smile 3rdly, it adjusted my breath to [his] [all the others came naturally…]
in the breath of a buoyant thought, your traces which caressed me softly, are bulldozing now, bestial mirages πΌ you walled me in watermelon sugar to look like an altar, where you love to kneel, sniffing thru my laced hints πΌ even your oceans gasp inside me, using thrilling brutality of a butterfly, woven with the litany of your teeth
it's just you, — as if you're the only option... your soul is caught in the settings of my dreams... my gallery's full of you, — natively sweetly brute... it's just you, — my deep lust… my (bonjour…) all is memorized in messages with petite phrases... all conspire thru fragile whims and skills... (at any call...) (j'imagine l'amour avec toi)
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