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
…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
each day is irresistible when it shines from your eyes inside my eyes, in parallel, walking through the glance of the virtual world , yours and mine, with everything that's happening here, in these random circumstances of your being in my being, decently for discovering in any individual day the distance that's within us, carefully measured by the testimony of reality, a reality with strong and timeless feelings brought by a poem or a song , — ( cΓ’line ) as i am, ( mannered ) as you are
I can't be face to face with you, — and yet, I plunged with aplomb into the starry desires of the fantasy, letting myself be pigmented by the rays of the sun and mystical symptoms of the moon, using the pen of your soul, to take daily your philosophy's shape, chic sketched out, according to your art of loving, emitted sensually through a daring posture of your scent, tamed with sweetened kisses, through all my senses... I can't be face-to-face with you — and yet, inventive, I blindfolded your moon with my sunshine. I whispered to it, you'll find me. Subtle, you did it. You found me, crayoning my inside world. An echo in chaos.
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
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...
The mouths were created to can pronounce, through the touching of lips, the words. And yet, the most powerful word it's the non-word combined with lips of another mouth, asking... softly let me kiss your lips
do not pray for any entity to use his power, you to be protected by your enemies, or to make them stay away from you, for if you do this, you'll observe how easy he will make disappear even some of your everyday friends, (never), but just cheap imitations of the way that you move; so better invite 'em at your chic kabaret, to wish 'em a merry Christmas, right from early in summer, applying your best smile
…take illusions seriously, Mon Cheri; somehow, you ideated me so, [but see], in what part of me, you forged your mind, it's one of your memory from a future with which I'm living at this moment and for which it is not necessary to be judged... or justifying myself...
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