la nuit

📸🖌¿?
I've got dreams about you
all perverted and penned... [dans la nuit]

there... [thru the many moons' eyes]
I know nothing else to be... than to be...

in a soundproofed mystery
I'm enough to deprive you of seeing [me]

me as I am... [maybe in a cry for silence]
or problematically chuckling [maybe]

but I've got dreams... [still...] and there...
I know nothing else to be... than to be...
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco
Eric Hilton ft. Elin Melgarejo │ LUI HILL
by — CocoEssences © un p’tit je ne sais quoi — 🔥✍🏻

bunch of emotions organized in words

what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply

  • time capsule
    amid of their playground love she's abandoned herself unreservedly, her sensuality spill passion imprints of his lips shine on...
  • YaYaYa...
    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...
  • hold you tight
    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, ...
  • don’t bring me down
    The fireball caught a demon camouflaged into Grandes Oreilles , thru morning's eyelash. Sinfully, a phone's ring stabbed the silen...
  • stronger now in broken places
    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...
  • all the way...
    You are the time. That time out of a past-tense. That time from a contemporary action. That time out of th...
  • what I'm looking for...
    he understood, — statement of own responsibility, it's been not what I'm looking for ... so he took ...
  • how deep is the ocean…
    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...
  • let's play
    my harmony invites your equilibrium, at me; let's play but watch out , don't push it much; your seductive velleity should be li...
  • wild blue
    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...