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 laid a full climax instant oh yeah, suit of 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

monologue, — I am to you only a stranger, not in a mood to offer you varied pleasures, not drop by drop to oxygenate your blood with the air of a forest that I dunno where it's, not to incite your feelings to verbalize words uncontaminated with suspires and longs or, like seagulls, flying not to a celestial sphere but into a mission only by them known… I'm not because I am to you only a stranger