Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

Do you have any idea how much I want you? Wanting to love you, it's like an extreme sport. Once, it's like skydiving, then like a marathon. Like scuba diving, then like I climb mountains. It's like I'd run and sweat through the feelings with speed on the highway of moments, having more than a hundred pulsations per second, just to cross the finish line together with you, at the same time, in the adrenaline of senses, with all moans of our bodies and kisses, while other peck kisses are for a tiny pause of respiro. Yet for all these, I have to lie, terrified because you'll forget to open the parachute or to swim, assuming it's illusory, love's fine line tween us.

Touch your lips with her divine goodies. Rustle 'em softly, to feel joy in your mouth. Expected, one kiss led to another one, brewed to be her jargon when she wants good lovin'. Layout your honeyed perfume, to swing in rhythms of the hungered tango of both. Let the entire passion ricochet inside you. Listen to your soul naming your blood, [her]. Your thoughts' skin wants to get adorned with her shapes; wants you to vibe, startling.

provocative touches ask for other heavenly touches, whatever you ask for in intimacy, it's acceptable,  it's even desirable... nothing is objectionable as long as there isn't some public nature, but what it's narrated further, it's a different story,  for the mind is always unguarded, and eyes, lips, spicy words and gestures are much more daring... there is nothing more occult than love's chemistry… ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Because 🎧 I need Love, baby, Love, not trouble... ain't funny How Love Works 🎧 More and More, Less and Less  ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬