I anchored my dream
in the garden of your soul
flexible, your heart
sloped its pulse to mine
ebullient, our blood begun
ce petit quelque chose
the flirty poem was spread
fulfilling in our longing
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © coco
Carla Bruni
what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply
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amid of their playground love she's abandoned herself unreservedly, her sensuality spill passion imprints of his lips shine on... -
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...
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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, ...
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The fireball caught a demon camouflaged into Grandes Oreilles , thru morning's eyelash. Sinfully, a phone's ring stabbed the silen...
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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...
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You are the time. That time out of a past-tense. That time from a contemporary action. That time out of th... -
he understood, — statement of own responsibility, it's been not what I'm looking for ... so he took ... -
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... -
my harmony invites your equilibrium, at me; let's play but watch out , don't push it much; your seductive velleity should be li...
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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...
