Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my legs got tightened up, got crossed, got rigid, they forgot what is flexibility my joint got fettered in the sky's shred of your thoughts, when you kissed me in me was in a flash the ± ∞ °C degrees; i got freezing and melting in your arms the sound articulated by my entire body g ot last forever in the grip of your longs universe was listening to my confession; i was loving insanely, your light shine in and meanwhile, love burgeoned into me; its scent is spread up thru all of my pores the cold is felt warm, warm is felt good; i feed myself never enough, but i'm lively full of love, i dance and travel wherever; something on me has the pulse of yours

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…)

i roused up at the dawn's blossoms hour right when the moon and stars got dissolved in the picturesque caresses of the sun… on sky's beach, seduction got back to blue, the rays of our first dreams dance on the lips while smiles make a move to cheery season today, my mood has...the color of your heart

when you're with me, poetic, the universe, feels the texture of cherry's flowers scent when you're with me, love's climate takes the shape of your soul, — not of your face when you're with me, the blood of dreams throbs in me (with you adoring me saintly) when you're with me, implies incantations, it means to always have you, lover of mine

your lips on my lips normalize glycemia; freedom falls tonic… it's hotter than your instincts in the minute of your love…

a ball that's been rolled in the grove of stars trodden by a strawberry rain, it accompanies summer's ambiance 𓇼 its aura, embroidered with romance, confesses in the middle of the night who hoodoos me who hoodoos you 𓇼 the moon, mysteriously, smiling slyly, classy has rolled our name on our lips, bragging about love's bijou we master

your lips have set up the hour when you want to be kissed and by who but my mouth, — imposter, — unpredictable… kiss you now to steal your sleep basically, recidivist as you know, in the prison of your mind, i'm locked i'm locked and i'm boiling, — i'm boiling and steaming, arousing each thread of your dreams

when morning got woken, — i was sleeping 𓇼 when i've got wakened, —  i was dreaming still 𓇼 dreamily, — i'm loved by you... (hypnotic) 𓇼 we're savored in our cosmic lechery's rustles 𓇼 we make it rain in unison the joy, we correct nothing, (we're in)

if i were your jukebox, experiment me beautiful 𓇼 when you put your token inside me… be imaginative 𓇼 pay attention to any figure of speech and tempo 𓇼 i'll make you bleed till you'll ask for transfusion 𓇼 playful, with rhythm and soul, i'll rock you till i fresh you 𓇼 tactic, it's my nom de plume, the new bad habit, [the game] 𓇼 anything's possible… if you could eliminate, — the if

i put on my lips the vitamin, — Kiss; all of me is vitaminized with you; the metaverse moves my thoughts smoothly,  contouring so your nanoseconds in my hope; in passionately torrent, you're plunging, I'm plunging; together we're bathing in love's light;

few epileptic thoughts plunged through my morning quietness i raised up my eyes, — the time was there, watching what I'll do and i got lost in love's grammar with you so high and lonesome with me barefoot in your soul dancing bohém, a gypsy dance

your kiss is the season when my wounds get better that's why from my soul's sky snows snowflakes of happiness

irregularly moaning… [mine] naked body, groggy campfire, [in eyes' bedding of yours…] [i touch myself...] — your gaze is tripping in mine… [insane…] love's looking for us… [not us] famished, we crave for… more any thrill, any nerve, is unbolted [it's your turn], [touch yourself] [inspire me…] [that's the dream which danced in my mind…] [a wish seen at 11 past the hour]