Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

silent love letters arouse soul's music around at kiss a.m. upon the sky, a bird chirps suavemente, — no limit to my love i'm as winged as her, i love smoothly… at a dream's degrees  to say it [isn't comfy] so i'll have to say i love you in a song

because your mouth was evoked in deities' elixir to devour the ambiance of grapes' quintessence, the stars, clandestinely, bathed me in your dream your lust, like the night's skin, seduced my psyche by summoning my longing from your outer space boned with the rage of your love's vestige for me i'm not me anymore, for i'm attired with your soul, my heartbeats vibrate in the pockets of your heart, time sealed us with a kiss to bud on poetry's alley‥

One day, we'll meet on the 13th line, page 31, chapter, — love's philosophy. The author has pictured us in a dispute about whose missed the other more. To get any reply, get the melodic book and let the emotion run inside your mind. I bet you'll be impressed by how a hug and a kiss can heal the longing's pain. I can risk you'll get caught in birds' trill, and you'll feel the budding flowers' scent. A magic cosmos will be shown to you, to laugh, to cry, to spy on toward new I. Its energy will feed you, will ravish you, will make you wish to dance with me. Nanosized, you'll live me in a lot of bios. Out of one, I was sent here to love you.

play loud to me, extravagant man let your divine fantasies interact the aesthetic of their susurrations let 'em run exclusively in my mind my equilibrium will get palpitating shoved by the vociferation of lusts subtly, my tactics will get you tingle driving you to seal them with a kiss

she left me waiting smooth with the deadly sin and with bone-lazy words' fragrance vectored onto moon's shafts she left me long for you, — this enigmatic lady fantasy with her so long discussions, and with the wrong divinity she left me to induce woman's grammar that I am in the breath's exponent of man's grammar that you are she left me to let you to do me to do you a holiday with my love's damnation from cellar to end floor of lust she, through its classless act took my hell by ceding it to you, you, from a mythical realm where always, i'll defy to come

geeking away with the fairies through her exquisite playlist he channeled on a star from one life's fantasy of his slyly, he thrust star's claws into the liver of her night and then in her teal-hued eyes that have kept her apart that's the reason why he got in her lust's chemical compound tactfully inlaid and assimilated by his love for her in his odyssey

onto the sun's shoulders is smoldering your longing some kittenish clouds succeeded in tempering it down, much closer to earth on sea's spine skates the lust and right just like I love you passion's flood surfs thrilling [to rule the world… …to change the sin] it undid its clunk, a dream calling me out, calling you in

the eyes of my moon it looks for you everywhere; she longs for you, too … don't turn back to me; the love I give isn't for you, — she heard you mumbling … surely, her love is single monster that moon knows hid inside your bed … heartfelt, you'll be asked why don't you tell me the truth kept on the blind side … like an ancient one and somewhere, miles from nowhere, you wait for me still

don't come any closer, — i'm your worst bad friend that's gonna seduce you till will synchronize your dream's heartbeats with my freedom's throb whispered touchingly in the night's left ear lord and master sun devoured by loves' tint volatile, the mystic night, kissed around day's ankle, it sealed up the moment with a swanky smile kind

scintillations of my eyes, — a subtly slyly giggle tongues' interconnection, — the lineament of a kiss a tender slap on posterior, — a bonbon, stolen by you splitting something unique, — a magic look of your lust confidently, I dare to feel it, — love lives in my dreams' ville

To some extent, between ballasts and luxury sides, sit the feelings. Feelings in brute shape, which to be expressed must be chiseled. Chiseled by one who loves to claim deep answers, artfully poetized. Poetized, a tongue wetting lips, a gaze to other lips that focus on me. On me, if they want to be heard or long to be kissed [7 seconds to decide] Decide at once, till the phone rang and like a tableau that feeling got hung at thoughts' degree rank.

I am the title of the poetry the argument of the essay I'm glazed in a prose style with one's poetic essence I start when the page ends to navigate into your mind I'm like the morning coffee and blood-red wine at night I am the symbiote of loves and as time goes I'm newer I am recited and compared in any trope that's fathomed I am a timelessly kind one living an infinite of feelings I do the best in all I do about offsetting art into a flawless •••• it verbalized Moon to the Sun in a Bohemian dialect marveling themselves why you still don't know my name

with hesitation, a desire flickers and melts as fast as candles wax i guess the longing was too much to face the love tween both of us seemed as if it craved to watch us walking out through dreams' daily as if aimed to take a chance on me as if aimed to take a chance on you as if "take a chance" is a code for us