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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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naked
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Coco
nautilus
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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...
lost your soul
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Coco
if you are not loved as you want to, — blame it on me if you miss fame, fortune, money, power, — blame it on me if the sex isn't as much as you'd wish, — blame it on me if you have nothing to drink or to eat, — blame it on me if you lost your soul, you still got time to blame it on me to any problem you might have it, go on, — blame it on me i'm here for any of your complaints, — so blame it on me after all, it was my mission to do my best, me, to be blamed, — you, to be happy, — (once… at least…)
an ending, a beginning
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Coco
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
nasty
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Coco
from the immensity of sins committed in the witching hour, i will call you to lead you into the abyss of my immortality; there, i'll revive you from verses as my muse which you are from the thoughts of any poem penned, only you'll know my cruel curse that empathizes with all your inside burning, enough to bloom in you the lure of my seductive perfume from any sheer feeling, if any moment will get you bored, i will feel you flowing in me, and i'll take care to inject you with my nasty blood, till reborn in you, my emotions' spark
love is a lie
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Coco
Do you think that one candle will be enough with its gentle and gracious light to give a suitable nuance for our love's twilight? Do you think that one song will be enough to touch with gentleness our openness, structuring new visions in this deep reverie? Do you think that we could be absolved by any culpability when the music wakes up the shiver that shudders some senses? Do you think I think that a new question will be reformulated in a predictable answer? ∴∵ I think that nuanced was only the question for our love got thru curtains' series, long time ago. I think the one who believes this... finally will start to compose new songs because of some visions. I think that I could be a bit accused only for the smile that you brought to me when you asked this. And I think the perfect answer amid to any question could be given with approximation by someone who inspires you at a certain moment. ∴∵ Just a few words, an approach, — nothing more... ∴∵ [I never had you...], — [Is it sa...
another story
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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.
pink to blue
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Coco
insanely impulse of meeting you was aroused by the rain's voice in whimpers of a relaxing idea the words of longings plunged in the teeth of love with your bite on the nipples of my wet dreams hearing my soul's echo, your lips erupted on my body, penciling so, between dawn-pink to blue-night the mad impulse of meeting you
thrilling all-around
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Coco
with you on my lips got famished my pencil with you in my mind i'm diluvium of dreams my rebel soul's cadence is nestled in your blood your wild heart's echo is ringing in my head your photography whispers love's savor but I stay quiet to listen to your caress thrilling all-around, from east-west to north-south
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