Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

it hurts, — ⋯ it hurts me to see some misunderstanding just cos I say too often, — I love you ⋯ it hurts me to see some dismissing my eyes just cos they're smiley for you spread on me joy ⋯ it hurts me to see some screechy haunters detesting with no reason your tiny knitted kisses ⋯ it hurts me to see some scandalmongers for they feel abandoned  just cos you light me up ⋯ it hurts me to see some souls' phariseeism just cos I sugar you fervidly as you give me that feeling ⋯ it hurts, — it hurts them a lot ⋯ it hurts me only five minutes

your mouth, gee, your lips, stepped tenderly on the soft warmth of my naughty breasts without exaggerating to any piece of them, or to erode them by some means; the humid air of your tongue breathed me, correcting daily... one by one... furtively, my primordial sounds that lured your ego, both of us to consume the moment of love; you didn't do it like me, i didn't do it like you, yet, we merged with each other, passionately, turning us into a structure without rules... we're just painted by the sun arrowed by moon

one day you'll see me and you'll ask me, — "is it you?" politely I'll reply to you, — "no...I'm not..." is the weird aftermath of knowing you only in my dreams using the parade of feelings with the cryptic parody in the satire of life for the creed of its games one day I'll see you and I will ask you, — "where have you been?" and you'll reply to me politely, — "nowhere but in your dream"

let it be like a sweet suggestion  for each day to be combined  with the seductive and the mystery  created by a fascinating image  inspired by the holographic icon  of a trance-foamed melody  in poetic notes for which  one loves to surround you  in the echo of the blossom roses

As a darling of fate, the fantasy is wandering in all my colors depicted in the kiss of zenith, painted by the sunset's brush and the smile of the sunrise for Icarus' dream to get down amid love's books and longing for desires and the purity of trust above the sky and sea, meditating in a melody for being clement with those who offers a love story by sympathizing and feeling what could be too simple or forbidden for some, could be too much or not sufficiently enough for others.

in all her essences with every life of his, he looks for her forever to love her into each