with the prelude… into B-flat to final chord into G-sharp , his lips with mine got in duet ‧ with lust pulsation in high-C and kiss's riff on radio waves, we literally laid a full climax ‧ oh yeah, suit of a desire's thrill played on repeat, hued in bis-es of B-flat, G-sharp and high-C

I set the blue, [blue‧deep‧blue], to become my skillful pen. Then I improved the ink  adding in its sap, a drop  of my blood, embrocated with witty bouquets and the scent of my thoughts. I set the blue, — [deep‧blue], to become a charming quill. And the moon and the sun  added playful stardust and a boutonniere, enough for spreading any day's joy for you are the freak in me I set the blue, — [true-blue]. Its power is under my spell every day and every night with the taste of sin for some, with the taste of love for me, good enough to get explored

it is the sly hour with the story of your smile, smile with which you simulate your absence absence that welded in you, my presence, presence that seems to start daily with a new foreplay for testing your balance balance placed between loving and forgetting enough to pollinate your eardrums eardrums that hear me buzzing tenderly, like a honey-bee; catty, like the story of your smile

like in a monologue , I am to you a stranger not in a mood to offer you tons of delights , or drop by drop, from forest's air , to supply oxygen in your blood , brought by fall's lungs and uncontaminated moans of longings  that may incite your nonsense verbalizing words, like seagulls fly toward the vault of heavens into a mission only, that really, I don't know I'm not, because I am to you a stranger kind