your fingers touch the lips of my poetry bitten by rays of the sun your eyes chain my eyes' story murmurs to decipher their mystery your lungs sculpt in my air a secret kiss to shield me from any trouble

he takes down all my jewels, — slowly the breath of his soft lips, — surrounds my neck, chains of beads, gems of thrills, orgasmic pearls, — his kisses he rocks and rolls my demons, — humanizing them in his arms love take over me with no promises just explosively all his love, — my best outfit... he's mine, — I'm expensive

the feast, the joy, the rhythm of the poetry are grounded with the golden quill of my all being the time is bleeding in my nervures back and forth like the message of the universe my voice is echoed tenderly everywhere, — asking you, – (want me?), (want me?), say it… say you want me to tell you again what I told you once when any season was dripping passion say, and I'll tell you not once or twice but vastly times, I Love You!

kilograms of hours, all my longing weighs; it’s seen on my thighs, hankering to feel you laying ’em in a split to look in… to moan… to love what you see kilograms of smoko, the stars sang a blues, invoking your throb, (a sensual cure) gasping in my bedding, crazy charming nest agonized by dreams kilograms of hope, around here and there just a touch away in illegal fun’s style with me hung in future with you in the past pirating my smile kilograms of words are still summon you to summon up… me

Today is felt, as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons , while my lips metamorphosed them in symbolic effigies . Today is felt, as if I rule to make you want to be my life's servant while your soul is salivating for my coquet Darkside . Today is felt, as if your monsters, those zombies masked in veiled bijoux will suffer very deeply, too terrified by every boom-boom of my pulse. Today is felt, as if your royal creature comforts me with your soul's glamour while all my senses are the fireplace that warms your amour fou . Today is felt, as if I am the lachrymose wine 's rustling scent while you are in its phase of foliage, tenderly filtered by my elixir . Today is felt, as if all words I've written, means nothing but a blah-blah's whim while a coffee's sip, it greets me when still all is a little silly with morning's routine.

my gold ammunition, — the music the dealers, — every music platforms any intrusive thought is liquidated as any generic of any genre claims the grim loneliness and sufferance bleeds only happiness for fear of me any nightmare is assumed in a flash of being just a marvelous dream i'm love, — [thank you for asking…], i am the antidote to bad friek things

kiss of sweet dreams, – a tableau painted with non-toxic crayons crayons are your lips biting mine arousing the bestial lust... inside inside i want to feel you, profound sonnet, recital, tender mega sound

by using the roundness of your thoughts, I'm washing with the refreshing rain of a sonnet to chase away ugliness the dew of a paradise got open with the healer characters in metaphors attached to my heels i'm enabled to tread over any arrogance of some faces hidden behind masks, for in my inner, —  the sun, river, flowers, trees, and chirping of birds delight my life

my words have caught the contour of his name, — the space between got set on fire with love, then, i sketched his physical absence with my lungs coupling it with darkness to dance with the light to fill somehow the eternal emptiness which fell...

I'm gonna shelter you with my shadow from the vengeance of sunlight of this contemporaneous month. Every night you will feel me, — intensely, deeply tenderly… loving you enigmatically as you've never been loved before. Once caught in nets of my oceanic energy, you'll beg for more… — madly… — promising me your sweetest revenge… [just because…] I'm gonna shelter you with my shadow from the vengeance of sunlight of this contemporaneous month.

the Persian buttercups made biogeometry in me ‧ the beauty of flowers are in my body and soul ‧ even when divinities are dark, their breeze eliminates it ‧ the hidden geopathic stress, purifies my naturalness ‧ my happiness gets power, influenced gently by love ‧ stuck in the middle with you, in me blooms sensuality ‧ your lips sigh to me politely the poem of love in two  ‧ so blame me, don't blame me, you are in me, i am in you

i am the story of love, — [a love that respected and broke any rules...] [passion, romance, jealousy, fight, and harmony, — all that the waves of life brings and takes, expected and unexpected] [a love that wore diamonds and the mysterious pieces, issued by the knees of ground and lungs of the universe] [a love proudly and modestly in its suit, confectioned in the realm of dreams, — such real that looks unreal] … i am the story of love, the daughter of summer and winter, i've got every of their stuff in me, i'm chilly enough to soothe you, i'm fiery decently to heat you up, i am flesh and bone, i'm able to feel you in my navel i am the story of love, — i've got that certain thing... i was born to love you... you could be or not in this place of my story written with my nails moistened deeply in the bloody moon, [doesn't depend on me what you wish]

humorously, the morning sun focused its ray of light thru the tiny rustic branches of an appetizing basket, where chaotic, seductively, delicious, and arrogantly, each lusty temptation for some ripened grape clusters that've debuted their ecstasy, metamorphosing the full view into a wildish passion, macerating chic desire's sap about what you think I think, — (hmm... this sun had much fun)