the whispers' rustling of my carefree thoughts, it echoes through the channels of your mind ‧ the writings of my kisses are navigating on the river of wild daisies under a midnight ‧ far and wide, dreamy, bright even stormy, you're perfumed with me... your DNA bears me ‧ by my side, you feel a mesmerizing adrenaline; you — on drama//city realm, me — on comic side
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
(any city begins with a train station and ends up with thousands trains to anywhere...), (in the station it hears a gentle whisper), — …you, there, where do you want to go… …to which of your dreams… …is this train your destination… …would you want someone like me to accompany you…
you, brute benthos creature, i was prepared to be yours... πΌ i felt desire's scream in you, yearning to taste me, to get deep down inside me, like a holothurian to move thru my body, and famished to torture me passionately... πΌ instead, you metamorphosed in a minuscule blue butterfly... πΌ since then, you talk in colors
Too much, — there... — too little, you... A day you are to me, — yes, another day you are to me, — no All seems for no reason to be... — to need to... — Too simple, — for another, too complicated, — for one... Kisses expose the spaces gathered daily between us Too much, — today, too little, tomorrow [far from me] Almost and much too soon you suffer for longing me... A touch too much seems nothing or too-too... from time to time...
I fed your anemia with the blood of my sun so you not to be in the darkness anymore calm, I changed any change of the moon to write to you the melodies of my soul delicately, I kissed the lips of your stars for you to compile me in infinite texts I smoothed your mind with the petals of my galaxy to caress your moments I bit tenderly the questions of your eyes for you to keep me close with your love my supreme sin is called hope, and hope slips thru your dreams to make your life sweet
in the breath of a buoyant thought, your traces which caressed me softly, are bulldozing now, bestial mirages πΌ you walled me in watermelon sugar to look like an altar, where you love to kneel, sniffing thru my laced hints πΌ even your oceans gasp inside me, using thrilling brutality of a butterfly, woven with the litany of your teeth
it's just you, — as if you're the only option... your soul is caught in the settings of my dreams... my gallery's full of you, — natively sweetly brute... it's just you, — my deep lust… my (bonjour…) all is memorized in messages with petite phrases... all conspire thru fragile whims and skills... (at any call...) (j'imagine l'amour avec toi)
like a waterproof lipstick, i'm carried on your dreams' lips... everywhere... i'm exploding with savor, — i'm the marvel alchemy you long for... and my love for you is chic... sits tight hidden in plain sight... everybody sees it... but, — nobody knows what or who you are... not even you, the mystic one who hums my name each day and night so... who's the liar... what's the lie, — the love... or what i hide...
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