Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

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

je t’accuse ⋯⋯⋯⋯ je t’accuse for stealing my judgment 𓇼 je t’accuse for the infinite hours of dreaming 𓇼 je t’accuse for how you kiss me 𓇼 je t’accuse for the way you touch me 𓇼 je t’accuse for how you make me laugh 𓇼 je t’accuse for not letting me forget I’m a women 𓇼 je t’accuse for the way you feed my spirit 𓇼 je t’accuse for the thousands of whispers of love 𓇼 je t’accuse for how your blood simmers in my blood 𓇼 je t’accuse for you’ve not changed anything at me 𓇼 je t’accuse for you love me as I am 𓇼 je t’accuse for the way you’re listening to me 𓇼 je t’accuse for you never get bored with me 𓇼 je t’accuse for the way you make me long for you 𓇼 je t’accuse for how your eyes watch me stealthily 𓇼 je t’accuse for the way you wait for me 𓇼 je t’accuse for all my orgasms 𓇼 je t’accuse for how you’re savoring my scent 𓇼 je t’accuse with my lips, with my eyes, with my smiles 𓇼 je t’accuse with my fears, with my sins 𓇼 je t’accuse with all of my being 𓇼 je t’accuse ⋯⋯⋯...

in the sky of your dream, (cheery), — my vision’s undulations relax in comforting longings even the sky’s teeth shine in my contemporary spell, lived in the company of a few gulls winter’s flavor’s being felt itself; its temper, (the transparency), provocative tempts my sea is a deep blue one born in a time of a December, in the sky of your dream… to make you feel my love

winter holiday is present waiting to be hugged with much gentleness, with the sweetish soul, with a cheery gaze, with smooth thoughts in the halo of passion wrapped and hypnotized by love in vital essences, found in each and every day that shape us from the early beginning with same appetite to expose 🎄 …happy holidays  to you… to me… to us…

the rustling of your thought immortalized on the canvas of my soul, it's like a docile whisper... ⋆⋆⋆ and I don't hide you... — your daily routines have deep-rooted on my joy's lips, dementedly ⋆⋆⋆ and I love you… [but how much I love you...?], you see, this poem, I didn't write it yet ⋆⋆⋆ it nested in your chest... and beats... [I don't know exactly in which wing], but its vibe, it feels in the grip of the sun

he licks the riffs, the melodies identify sounds of today's treasure exquisitely advanced just to me i'm into something good, 🥂 tchin-tchin! you know my name, you called me in your dreams…

his lips, in a flash, got stuttered at the threshold of my lips 𓇼 and yet, his love, — meticulously, it rushed straight into my heart 𓇼 passionately and elegantly, and, fast and furious, he took my longs 𓇼 chic, he sowed, on the velvety skin of the love I am, — his love

[loving you, it doesn't mean to please you for I won't; I will not grace you for you to be happy with me] daily to see my reflection on your blade before of awakening my flame… it's a fight… fight if you want to devour all my burning with passionate desires happiness operates so; this entity loves to see you suffering first… then comes…  comes in small doses and explodes in apogee under crackling kisses… [loving you, it doesn't mean to please you for I won't; I got skills to do much more; I'm songs lyrics' fever]

today, [ᵀᴼDʳᵉᵃᵐAᵇᵒᵘᵗYᵒᵘ], I rose up in the hug of your noble poetry... first stanza kissed my eyes making them splendidly to gleam the second stanza fed my body incanting me with luring caresses third stanza hummed to me with grace, all your wolfishly desire fourth stanza played to me suavely what we will do when we will do provocateur, your flawless sonnet loves loving me... in my originality

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 his formidable mood