Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

The sun attacked my windows. Has own fancy to see what I do, — if in some way I still miss you, or my feelings got lost a while ago. 🌞 It's a joy's room all over my head with the scent of life's bouquet. I access it, at intervals, a little bit, as if I'd have with it a chouette. 🌹 Its music borders me modestly. Its lips are overlapping with mine. The red kiss, not old, not young, has a rich taste of a playful wine. 🍷 If the sun has noticed any answer, or its scintillas sent you a frisson, if my fiction operated on you madly, stop checking yourself... just enjoy.

i am the one who has the diploma in not to be an option to nobody 𓇼 i graduated discipline of being authentic chic and, — a bizarre laconic 𓇼 on the brevet is written, — i'm not an easy friend on the contrary 𓇼 i'm qualified to qualify you to be, and lost and found, using chicaneries and the fiasco's rhymes 𓇼 some grin, some laugh to hide their failure, — and that's tacitly pitiable but also very typical 𓇼 i listened to, — ⟮accidental...⟯ at banal coffee time, the whispers of the life

...the present day came equipped in the day of yesterday, as if it's gotten back for more, to perform in you, — [you...], [my naughty dream installed at the sun's extremities] ⁂ furtively, i looked at it, puzzling itself in its own love, embellished with the beads of the moments, lived at the neck of thoughts, while it studied amour's ABCs, [and...], [and timidly, the present day has stolen me a smile] ⁂ in a flash, happiness wings grew gently from my soul in my chest; the insanity of impatience began to waltz; emotions knew they're translated by no other than you, [all in all…] [all in all, romance language intimidates, whatever day]

i castrated the rancor of some people, applying to them without hesitation, the sensuality of flowers' tranquility, letting 'em perceive just my bouquet 𓇼 tempting crust and core of my smile, i tinted it with the belle spirit and soul of the words' simplicity, to nourish joy which, like a corset, belts their thighs 𓇼 when the sky's light is tousling beauty, my eyes linger on its savory message, – life, robed in the attire of poets in love has the calling to never let you down

the morning ran emotionally wild, and me, i've had a mood to whistle, probably because of the pipe dream that ended with... passionate kisses 𓇼 the midday, to stay awhile longer, it wished for some naughty break, probably to smoke the sensations i live 'em when mind flies... [a bit] 𓇼 the night looks trained, but it isn't, once that's inside, my love reacts, like a time bomb, i blow up desire, probably because... i love you a lot

(in love), — the dawn's romances sent to beauty sleep, (the poetry), which I composed it… (last night) 𓇼 but if you'll feel some thirst for it, sip its whispers spiced in passion and decanted in my inviting verve 𓇼 if it tends not to catch the message, let your heart roll the dice, to find poetry's idyllic sculpture twinkling 𓇼 it's chiseled with the desire's breeze, and satinized in the sea's pigment at the hour of our vulnerabilities…

the longing's light is on, — about an hour will let me lounge; the mental pictures urge, — i'm faced with all you'll do to me; frissons and butterflies rouse, — my eyes utter what mouth can't; in love with the present, — the moment lives me, i live it, too; your joy was to please me, — nightmares are fond memories; orgasm tacit in unison, — you smile, i smile, — sleep tight; ⟮my p'tit je ne sais quoi, allured in the poetic Stockholmsvy⟯

you metamorphosed the velvety morning rain, and slipped smoothly at my bedroom window, — [a place very intimate] 𓇼 an aggressive sun's beam has surrounded you, making you evaporate, — i woke up... moistened... [the dream knew... why]

to empty out my day-long tension, furtively, one of your piano fingers, gives care to my moans' physique, crayoning a work of art on my lips 𓇼 carnal, your tune unveils my body, laid to be explored, to be updated, in your cookies, with your crushes, [is in the mood for player's sound]

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...