Say
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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— « Can you tell me in a short complete sentence featuring no words over two syllables, why exactly I am in these pictures? — Theoretically, if you go to the past in the future, then your future lies in the past. This is a picture of you in the future — in the past. — Say that again. │ — Until? │ — until...until...»
full delight
by
Coco
guide your mouth to my left ear, — kiss the murmurs that it hears at classy hours of the inked dreams ‧ mildly, put your lips on my thrill, you, full delight in a psychotic ripple savoring a demiurgic bohemian call ‧ take a frenetic moment of magic that's slowly drowning in my ecstasy, lushly poetized in a renewed burst
salut
My mind comports itself like a courtesan. If I’m looking for something, — (there is). Any answer is shown and advanced to me in detail by magic’s charm of the universe in my present time, so well monopolized somewhere in the past, where my actions have already transpired, and where I paid many tributes, in coins of love, converted at an exchange office of a galaxy, with, — my chic, — Salut… [in a hypnotic manner] ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ Mon esprit se conduit tel qu’une courtisane. Si je cherche quelque chose, — (y a-t-il…). Toute rΓ©ponse, est montrΓ©e et offerte Γ moi, en dΓ©tail, par le charme magique de l’univers, dans mon temps prΓ©sent, si bien monopolisΓ© quelque part dans le passΓ©, oΓΉ mes actions ont dΓ©jΓ transpirΓ©, et oΓΉ, j’ai payΓ© de nombreux hommages, en monnaies d’amour, convertis dans l’une office d’Γ©change d’une galaxie, avec mon chic,– Salut… [d’une faΓ§on hypnotique]
temptation
by
Coco
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)
heaven sends you
…right as heaven sends you, at your turns, you love to send the rain of kisses on my lips, on my cheeks, on my eyelids ‧ (well, i got to tell you), — the rain, madly fixed by big and warm drops, wrapped me tightly in its scintillating movements ‧ deviating my thoughts' colors, it captured my soul with its beads and my mouth with muffled sighs, to feel I am… your sweet lady
Has anyone ever written anything for You?
by
Coco
I'm gonna lend you my dreams, for when you'll be couldn't dream. They're domesticated and know how to drink the dew before falling out of clouds. Know that when a woman loves a man, she's writing as him to read. — Has anyone ever written anything for You? If so, then you know the modality of stars of illuminating and peeking to your universe, with an alluring tempo right a few minutes too sharp past midnight, as a few hours later to wake up chuckling, in accord with those sophisticated emotions of the man who loves a woman…
he said, she said ☹ (humor)
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Coco
control
by
Coco
Orchestrated by airy clouds, the dawn is chirping with soothing caresses on my yearning's fantasy. My eyes are wide open, and yet I didn't wake still. What spell you used, what you put on me, or why, or when you did it, has no point to ask‥ Not at all. Under a velvety mask, everybody wants to be you, but you're not everybody's. You have my mystery. You've got the skill. Besides that, you're in control. Santa on the cell phone, bodied in my thrill, is you. You're all I need... since all I need isn't just love...
touch
by
Coco
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