Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

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

you forgot a thought in my deeply thought, wallpapered with kisses, — twice as tough, impregnated in the nectar of my emotions with potion of love, – lusty, savory, yummy, hurried and imprudent, like a tiny little bee

plunge into the technicolour pool of my desires; swim underwater to take a breath at my body's degrees; now, get drowning in my fantasies; calm, my hands will wait for yours to plant tacit your scent; inside, my gaze will sniff your longs; wildish, your lips will savor my lips so alike with romanceᵃⁿᵈcandy; passion will gush like an artesian well humming our moaning; any sigh will have the grapes' taste fed and erupting in love;