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insatiable ‣‣‣ like usually

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the morning coffee is the flavor of love 𓇼 sentiments are whispers inked in happiness 𓇼 a beam of the sun is the ingenious smile 𓇼 the «guilty» one is «guilty» as I am 𓇼 we're both exorcized with insatiable kisses 𓇼 kisses & hugs, like usually, dreamt and stolen 𓇼 there's no modesty but a trenchant manner 𓇼 mannerly toyed in our desires tendency 𓇼 each sipped savor is translated in thrill's jargon 𓇼 the morning coffee has always, the flavor of love

the river

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the gentle modulations of the river and sea which surround the island where I'm living have listened to your arty preached prayers the golden rays of the ground I'm stepping on transformed them into the heavenly candor vowing to me I'm not misled but only loved

sea, sex, and sun

 «excuse me, I am a French man and I'm afraid I don't speak very well English but... for a French man, it's very difficult to explain… anyway, I would like to make love to you... toi petite c'est sûr tu es un hit…» [sea, sex, and sun], [mon Cheri...]

heaven sends you

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so you sent the rain to kiss my cheeks, my lips, my eyelids, — (well, i got to tell you), madly fixed with big and warm drops, it wrapped me in its sparkling dance coloring my thoughts, capturing my soul in its beads, filling my mouth with the muffled sighs to feel I am the sweet lady of yours as heaven sends you

cigarette

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[this season...] arose out of the blue, bearing its ghostly air with impregnated frosty scents, able to change the flowers' tints and shapes in its mystery, showed its revelation by trying to concoct plausible reasons for activating my lazy ass... fine adjudicated in some dreams, mixed with smoky music and bittersweet flavor of my bespoken cigarette, spiced like magic with the genial sounds of my morning coffee [this season smiled, viewing on my fantasies]

lose myself in you

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i want you never say no and to lose myself in you and to lose yourself in me in an extreme apogee... i love you, and that's okay losing me in your mind wandering, as i always do sliding in your paradise... loving you with dirty mind wanting you be not a dream feel identic feeling deep... a thought fixed on repeat

the dancing serpent

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❝ Indolent darling, how I love to see the skin of your body so beautiful shimmering like silk! Upon your heavy head of hair with its acrid scents, adventurous, odorant sea with blue and brown waves, like a vessel that awakens to the morning wind, my dreamy soul sets sail for a distant sky. Your eyes where nothing is revealed of bitter or sweet are two cold jewels where are mingled iron and gold to see you walking in cadence with fine abandon. One would say is a snake that dances at the end of the staff under the weight of indolence but your child-like head sways gently to and fro like the head of a young elephant while your body stretches and leans like a slender ship that rolls from side to side and dips its yards in the sea like a stream swelled by the thaw of rumbling glaciers when the water in your mouth rises to the edge of your teeth. It seems as I drink Bohemian wine, bitter and conquering. A liquid sky that spreads stars in my heart!... ❞

you are the shining light

Into the middle of the night, feel my closeness fabricated by my dreams inside your dreams Search for my sweet touch on your body, spiced with the woody scent of an unquenched longing rolled through my delicate wildflower's note In my secret mind's sky, you are the shining light, why do you think that our thoughts play love…

surround me with your love

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surround me with your love when the whispers of nights reconcile the silence felt in the meditation; when the longing behaves like a happy dreamer, bringing new appealing desires, for renaming the deepest calls for each joy that melts in memories and thrills kept so well in an untold witchery

a thousand kisses deep

The questions have wakened you up, and yet, your dreams kept you captured in the archive of your longings... [me]. The reality is in the system of your mind tempered with a thousand kisses deep individualized in my secret life and yours. Despite any anguish we came through, we succeeded in bringing colors to our life by letting any moment find the cadence. l'amour fou... The reality is in the system of your mind. The adult of who you are, — knows, for you'll dance me till the end of love...

trouble over me

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defines how could be described the moment when someone's listening to somebody else sighing, groaning, and mumbling of pleasure while body gesticulates sweet guilty pleasure because each ingredient tasted was touched with love and charming passion enwreathed seductive in a starved glance for that appetite of something so yearned? [trouble over me] ✶ [ 2nd variant... ] [ improved the situation... ] ✶ ✶ [ 1st variant... ][ made some feel cringed ] ✶ I wanna feel you sighing and groaning. I wanna see you gesticulating pleasure. I wanna taste your joy's throb plunged in seductive ingredients stirred by love. I want your passion to drive me insane. My starved glance has a mad appetite for that charming, muchly yearned thing. I wanna you do with it [trouble over me].

I'd love you to want me

at this moment, i'd want to be with you savoring a glass of something relaxing; delightful would be you to touch me with some of your ravishing diction full of mmm… full of oooh… full of lust, i lean my ear toward you with a shaah... inspecting if i got enough your attention… [I'd love you to want me]

the Balcony

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❝ Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses, O you, the all my pleasure, O you, the all my treasure! You'll remember the sweetness of our caresses, The peace of the fireside, the charm of the evenings. Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!   The evenings were lighted by the glow of the coals,   The evenings on the balcony, veiled with rose mist;   How soft your breast was to me! how kind was your heart!   We often said imperishable things,   The evenings lighted by the glow of the coals. How splendid the sunsets are on warm evenings! How deep space is! how potent is the heart! In bending over you, queen of adored women, I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood. How splendid the sunsets are on warm evenings!   The night was growing dense like an encircling wall,   My eyes in the darkness felt the fire of your gaze   And I drank in your breath, O sweetness, O poison!   And your feet nestled softly in my brotherly hands.   The ...

to know him is to love him

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to feel why everything has ended, you have to realize why it started and the answer came skillfully, — to know me is to love me (utterly), to know him is to love him (untold)

think about you

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« I am. O Anxious One . Don't you hear my voice surging forth with all my earthly feelings? They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings and whitey fly in circles, around your face. My soul, dressed in silence, rises up and stands alone before you: can't you see? Don't you know that my prayer is growing ripe upon your vision as upon a tree? If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream. But when you want to wake, I am your wish. And I grow strong with all magnificence and turn myself into a star's vast silence above the strange and distant city, — Time. »

all i know is you

in my theories, all i know is you, i vision you only as you are, — a mysterious one type i'm fascinated endlessly by your piercing eyes, fed with your indecent earthly smile like an acolyte of your thoughts, i feel emotions and chills into my whole body and soul a hidden desire of mine hopes your thought to feel me, to taste my magic's savor, too if would were a spectral force to surround you, should banish any trace of incertitude any debate or any bluesy mood should be a fleeting ambiance, so catch deep discretion of my smile

joking ☹ (humor)

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On the first day of school, the teacher asked a student:  — What are your parent's names? The student replied: ~ My father's name is Laughing and my mother's name is Smiling . Confused, the teacher asked back: - Are you kidding?  The student replied: ~ No! Kidding is my brother. I am Joking .

tighten up

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I'll go on a ride through your memories. If I get lost, relax. I'll find the clue which keeps our spirit tighten up connected. If not, snap your fingers, I'll come running. Don't panic. We gonna straighten it out.

my sweet and tender beast

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I let the beauty of me be sought in the world and as the clue, the moon became the sun.  Enchanted, the shore became the tide  playing between sunset and sunrise allured by a whisper that can be as well as yours, [profondo blu...], my sweet and tender beast

Te Amo

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❝ Te Amo. Te amo de una manera inexplicable, de una forma inconfesable, de un modo contradictorio. Te amo con mis estados de ánimo que son muchos, y cambian de humor continuamente por lo que ya sabes, el tiempo, la vida, la muerte. Te amo con el mundo que no entiendo, con la gente que no comprende, con la ambivalencia de mi alma, con la incoherencia de mis actos, con la fatalidad del destino, con la conspiración del deseo, con la ambigüedad de los hechos. Aun cuando te digo que no te amo, te amo. Hasta cuando te engaño, no te engaño. En el fondo, llevo a cabo un plan, para amarte mejor. Te amo sin reflexionar, inconscientemente, irresponsablemente, espontáneamente, involuntariamente, por instinto, por impulso, irracionalmente. En efecto, no tengo argumentos lógicos, ni siquiera improvisados para fundamentar este amor que siento por ti que surgió misteriosamente de la nada que no ha resuelto mágicamente nada y que milagrosamente, de a poco, con poco y nada ha mejorado lo peor de mí. Te...

dreams of passion...

nocturnal dreams of passion, wild imagination of morning, dew-drop of a thing sweetened, a secret gaze above us arouse, me in you, you in me, posing, charmed and dangerous, who?

in the waiting line

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Do you know how the devil tortures a soul? — It leaves it in the waiting line… burning up then guards slyly to see how you will alert any creature trained by your handmade ego.

Has anyone ever written anything for You?

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I'm gonna lend you my dreams, for when you'll be couldn't dream. They're domesticated and know how to drink the dew before falling out of clouds. Know that when a woman loves a man, she's writing as him to read. — Has anyone ever written anything for You? If so, then you know the modality of stars of illuminating and peeking to your universe, with an alluring tempo right a few minutes too sharp past midnight, as a few hours later to wake up chuckling, in accord with those sophisticated emotions of the man who loves a woman…

everybody's got to learn sometime

promise to ask for no special privileges, but you have a funny accent guess everybody's got to learn sometime even us in a wild combination

i feel You

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i search for something original something to fit with my mood to rime stylishly with a twilight when both of us fancied as one without censoring our feelings i search for something original which redoes alluring moments when we paced in bizarre ways ready for what wasn't expected in dependently underlined texts do you feel me as I feel you too i search for that something still

Sous le Ciel de Paris

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c'est magnifique

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just a bit earlier, a ray of the sun has slipped inside my bedding and it played with its gleam in my hair, on my face... slowly getting down on my body, hugging me with dainty caresses, inviting me to open my sleepy eyes while furtively, put a kiss on my lips, whispering to me, ultra gently, — c'est magnifique

darling pretty

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Darling Pretty, — bring to me a coffee, a palatable one, dulcified in love's hope. Beg you to not let me ingest it too fast. Satisfies me only if I savor it along with some garnish of dreams. Thanks.

what I've known for a very long time

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[hush], it's the name of the longing [the ice cream man], it's the diminutive [dirty little secret], it's the dream's title [alligator], it's the protagonist lips will interpret, [when you touch me], caring to not miss [elements and things] choreography will perform something... [what I've known for a very long time] other characters are the stuff that will be fireworks and sweet hysteria, in me while you, amused, will ask yourself, — [what was fact, what was dream...]

amour

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If you try to love me through the question mark, you better stop; (do not). Nor even any dot upon the «i», on me, do not annex. With apostrophes, do not express yourself in the sight of my eyes. Neither a dash, don't use, nor even the round parentheses. Hyphens, hiatus, or small abbreviations, the comma, or the mark of exclamation, or even a semicolon, if it will seem to you on your handy, use it without error. Instant. Give up on making the corrections. Forget about any suffix, prefix, or all syllables. Also, at thous of interjections and numerals or anything might be. They are the proves that our love was written for being played and spoken only at plural. The vowels, like fruits, predicted by the flowers of a cherry tree, and metaphors in discreet onomatopoeia, will turn each sense in epithets… or, in ellipses inside this barbarous amour, to ride (with me and you), a new grammar's texture.

the invitation

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❝ It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals, or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit in pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own. If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another, to be t...

nom de plume

with every hug and kiss diffused in my soul, under the cryptic word of my nom de plume, i designed each joy you painted in my mind, [why do you think the silence caught wings]

theme from paradise

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what kind of booze could get you drunk louder than life ```¿?

so what would I do

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so, what would I do in your story, — you wished to know and I, using a subtle monologue, I replied to you tenderly, — tonight, — grabbed in my dreams' fangs, you'll howl delightful… in your camouflaged entropy, I'll be devoured… your extraterrestrial kisses will hang smoothly around my neck like a scarf… my dreams' bedding will love to exude our wild emotions your smile will explode as you'd wished, wrapped in blues-jazzy notes

a 1000 times

dress me up____  with words¡؟ — with love؟¡ — with music¡؟ — with joy؟¡ — laughter is good —  with you؟¡ — details¡؟ — is our tint؟¡ — a 1000 times — much more؟¡ — a fantasy¡؟ — inflammable__

the beauty of who you are

i know every time you go away, you try to recreate the reason which makes you stay with me; the beauty of who you are sings next to the poetry of who i am in any pictures taken by the sun

silence

the whispers of nights tamed our silence pervaded in the conceptuality of longing that wear our dreams and desires allured by a feeling with the feelings of a feeling garnished with the deep call of allusions to stop the clock with the frisson of hope

when you need me

the dreams trace nobody, — they're traced

when evening comes

while we are fighting... i've already begun to think in what position we gonna make peace... happiness doesn't wear suits, doesn't make expensive gifts, but has two gentle eyes which you impatiently wait to see them again... when evening comes

desire

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❝ A lover knows only humility. He has no choice. He steals into your alley at night. He has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair. Don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment. He has no choice.    A lover asked his beloved: Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only, for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you, I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power, I am able.    I love myself... I love you.    I love you... I love myself. I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love. Come to settle with me. Let us be neighbors to the stars. You've been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love. Even so, you have always been connected to me...

that's what I see when I see you

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things were not going to get plan or conferred by some scheme, but rather to follow originality, attributed as you dreamed them (that's what I see when I see you) well-nuanced in a dream's color, exploring a dozen of feelings, so untamed, to get me in every... ...tomorrow, — (I think)… I think I will run inside it, (again)  ❝ Heavy wave's rushing in carried higher by the wind she looked down, she could feel her feet troubling as the mountain stood still Without looking, I can see colors coming out, from your skin the Moon is sinking under the sea that's what I see when I see you It's the way you talk to yourself that makes you different from all the rest and all the monsters deep down in the ocean tonight are coming up to hear you sing ❞

watching you

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don't let me sleep, but let me dream just a little bit more, — caress me to wake me up... use that tiny, tricky lure of yours... — a bittersweet black fine aroma wrapped into a velvety steam touched... [with the savor of love], — my lips will moan with pleasure while with a kitty eye I'll be watching you... — cheered up...

i feel it

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the lady asks, — are you free? the gentleman replied, — I'm expensive! you should feel me   as i feel it

here

i take a moment for myself... here... i love you...

'50s

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gently, touch me, — (as if you're blind) ride your lips, — (on my skin) arouse my longing, — (with your kiss) my lyrical whisper is, — (your love's escape...) (somewhere that looks like '50s)

lovely day

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you're the one who longs to peel me a grape, who sculptures with lips my body's temple you're the sanctuary of my devotion's stories wrapped in the veil of the songs I listen to you're the one who sniffs my flower's murmur so uninhibited in your sh*t out of love dialect you're the only one with whom I get a lovely day [et, bien sûr que si...] [je te kiffe de trop...]

do you dream of me

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Think of me as if you caress a shadow in the deepest fog whispering to the nights and to the days my name, but do it in the whispers of your whispered thoughts. From where did I come into your thoughts and why I came... why do you recognize me even if we didn't meet, why do you dream of me feeling me even if I do not touch you, don't ask yourself just whisper my name. Even the moon and the sun wait your whispers out of your whispered thoughts, — thoughts you have dreamed and you experienced them for I am You are I am You are I am You are I am You...

if you forget me

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❝ I want you to know one thing.  You know how this is:  if I look  at the crystal moon, at the red branch  of the slow autumn at my window,  if I touch  near the fire  the impalpable ash  or the wrinkled body of the log,  everything carries me to you,  as if everything that exists,  aromas, light, metals,  were little boats  that sail  toward those isles of yours, that wait for me.  Well, now,  if little by little you stop loving me  I shall stop loving you little by little.  If suddenly you forget me do not look for me,  for I shall already have forgotten you.  If you think it's long and mad,  the wind of banners  that passes through my life,  and you decide  to leave me at the shore  of the heart where I have roots,  remember  that on that day,  at that hour,  I shall lift my arms...

unconditional love

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i traveled at the lips of your thrilling hour and i sat on the cloud of your heart when your longs' drops rained on my soul, i noticed the physique of your stress using sirens' voice as a password, i logged in the mailbox of your soul, for forever your unconditional love fitted chic on me setting some kind of wonderful romance