Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I've been wishing to use just a word, something catchy, something soulful, something deep about you... and me, but sky's screams colored my desire metamorphosing the celestial bodies in specter's beauty of blue butterflies, glimmering amid the petals of clouds, filled with the perfume of love's seed. I've been wishing to use just a word, to feel its charm for the first time, and my pulse in your veins to trickle lento with Mediterranean passion's degrees, equally like your body's temperature, while your sleep dreams in my reality, writing lust on my skin with your lips, (without detour...), but as you'd wish…

the sparks of your words provokes me to feel you I'm lively in your moment even if in all your dreams I've got a different name all words seem an invitation giving birth to a tiny ogre playfully summoned by you as if love brought us together willing us to remain closely

I've run it up with all my feelings for you with all of my passionate fantasies with all of my nocturne's desires with all of my madly lusts and with anything I did with you in my mind I dreamed through words' existence and suffocating throbs of my chest just to catch you... then to have you not to forgive you but to punish you in that hell in which you've boiled me Like the deity of love, I possess you, venging with my amazone érogène avid v*cious, sizzling, exactly as you made me wait for you, letting my dreams never stay down but to call you in the realm of a truth from where alone you and I don't wanna go

he never sent me postcards from the beach or any other place he sent me solitary pics with the plurality of his emotions he sent me majestic symphonies orchestrated by daily's casts he sent me pure geometry's scheme draped into colors' community... [he never sent me postcards...], [he's been shadow's sound], — [love]

somewhere, on a velvety sheet, a star is composing emotions the moon is the maestro that will orchestrate it all creatures of the night will listen to it open-mouthed a maroon of flowers will spread their perfume the universe thru its own will will give us wings we'll transpire ecstasy and dance will dance on our tempo pieces gigged in the fell‧in‧love's key written on heaven's partition

out of the wrist of my dreams, zephyrs of my confidential scents are unchained in his moments to [bring to him my joy] evoked by the symphony of the senses with a charming potion of my charisma I'm smoothing his spirit in its assembly for in musical notes, I'm under the covers enough to chase away miserable thoughts and his peculiar embroidered nightmares

your shadow came in my dream I felt kisses over my body kindled sexily my eyes do coo your thoughts ripple did I do... (?) passion's rearview angle is today's prodigy i'm la femme puissante of your realm

poem of our love pathogenic gasp longing, in my pen unuttered words hiding you in me you secure me your agony's echo tracks me to be attires of your soul styled by my lungs with the look peeped in love's legend drew

slowly, — his gaze canvassed down to the mystery of her fluidly feeling there are no shortcuts, — his psychic is unlocked instantly dimension of ecstasy enraptures him to the deepest desire the astral embodiment of her yoni springs on him, sweet like a flower her-giving is in intimacy of his rustle in the deep insatiability of his breath is a harmony of the event's testimony in a voyage over bridges of thoughts each gesture and touch is Rhine falls in the torch climax of the passion the words' personality moves their lips beyond their heartbeat's silhouette she's ready, — wants him, he knows it is her poem's air... shelter of his butterflies

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

my blue night has the disorder's smell and the perverse silence even when the voices are heard in metaphoric algorithms… — [and that’s so frenglishly cynical…] lucky me because I’m beauty’s miracle, — a performer even in the sun even in the shadow attracting butterflies and Kolibri transcending above any fears, making darkness charming fire with any of my joys… emanated

to not stop the insanity of love, a tenderly memories' cascade intones thru the veins of a poet, gentle breaths masked in lust from an elixir of a laced chalice guided by the kissed dreams in the whispers of the wishes, a sense triumphs into a passion grounded into a time undirected, longing's gravity it gesticulates charming confessions about us, miming geography of our words never problems just work of art