Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

get up, you, the jewel with divine perfume; rise and reveal yourself on the fantasy paths spiced with the nightly romance, smooched with lovely intense velvety vibrations... get up and sips nectar out of a timid beam hidden between some fluffy clouds and the twinkling of the morning dawn on the soul shadow of a starry sky... get up and let yourself be kissed and seduced; (get up...), — get up, it's later than you think... you're under spell of a warm embrace in my penned poem

the faithful shadow of yours is interwoven with mine, — it's following me everywhere

i purified through myself, then i opened the window for you, love... no more knocks for not waking the neighbors... enter directly... color my world

nor even if it's the night, nor even if it's the day don't run... don't run away out of my dreams, — only there can be told what never happened but comes naturally... (to me and you...) contextual

❝ Love came and became like blood in my body. It rushed through my veins and encircled my heart. Everywhere I looked, I saw one thing. Love's name written on my limbs, on my left palm, on my forehead, on the back of my neck, on my right big toe... Oh, my friend, all that you see of me is just a shell, and the rest belongs to love... ❞

— how would you prefer it to be, (younger... older‧‧‧), (you asked) — (‧‧‧distinguished...), (i replied), its ruby of the mature raspberry must vibrate on my lips in the language of Love... — must be… in—ti—ma—te—ly… must be acting in a chronicle which rouses those kinds of emotions... to take you to take me far, far away, there… from where it comes... wrapped in the veil of a kiss... if you could feel what I'm thinking

a fire's burning smoldered between a-rouse out of a dream and another you're given in an absolute lethargy incapable of intervening for a while reputation captured appetite's sense forgetting about commandments for love came here embodied in me, you to get lost in my soul's bouquet

i love you! and not my lips say this but my eyes charged by a light what's not mine but you sent it to me... i love you! and not my lips say this but my hands agitated by a shiver what's not mine but you sent it to me... i love you! and not my lips say this but my soul lit by a fire a fire that burns since you sent it to me... so don't blame me...

full of deep desire, I let my lungs to get invaded with your perfume, while your hands whispered to me on my body, the romance poetries mixed with the unfathomable lust of the real wild child that you are tamed while you wait for my love

love didn't bring to me the breakfast in bed but left me to sleep a little more having the care to program some whispers sent with the help of the wind warmed by a few rays of the sun hidden among the tiny clouds which loves to gaze at me walking gallantly through those dreams accompanied by a clink, playful and gently, like a sweet tender kiss, only to provoke me to stretch and to search your hypnotics lure, — quand tu m'appelles‧‧‧

his fictitious gallant being, longs for her nakedness ⋯ somehow she feels him how his mind rides to her... ⋯ feels the appetizing show prior to the start of fancy... ⋯ prior to the wink of the sun in her wetly blue... tempted ⋯ (addicted), waits for her call in his longest deeply dream

(my spirit) — (longs), (i miss) — (a kiss), — (it's yours), — (gone), — (fruited mind)... (to bring)... (now), (you)... (to me)... (flew)... (far but near), — (to reach)...—  (to touch)... (so sweet)... (it's you)... (a smile), — (your gaze), — (melancholy), (it seems)... — (inside), (a bit), (the happiness)... (i sip), — (slower), — (to guess), — (your thought)... (my dream)... (you, came), — (dishevelled)...

Somewhere, far away, in a hidey-hole of the world, delimited by a lake and a sea is a piece of land where a long time ago, a town has been raised. In that town is a tiny street with only one way out. On that street, at a certain number, is a house. In that house, is a room. In that room lives somebody more or less unknown but who has a few dreams surrounded by a sweetening breeze of memories that tactfully access the happiness' shape. Shape of one who, unexplainable, longs for someone never met…

It was raining infernally... and us... we're doing love at some mansards. Through the windows of the sky, oval-shaped, the clouds had been flowing in the March's. The walls of the room were agitating behind some sketches in chalk. And our souls were dancing into an unseen, out of a concrete world. "The rain will pour on your wings", you said, "And will rain with lump's ornaments on the whole globe, and through the weather". "Doesn't matter", I was telling you, "Lorelei, it rains only on my flight, with the feather...that's all. Then I rose up higher and higher without knowing in which part of the world I left my room. You've been calling me out from behind: "Answer me, answer me... what's more beautiful...? The people...? The rain...?" It was raining infernally, a total madness of rain... and us, we were doing love, at some mansards. I'd have never wanted it to experience the end... never......

You know, isn't it? You know I was conquered by you with your fascinating mind. Deep in my soul, i built daily by myself some reality in a wonderland. Out there, you'll have, as magic shipmaster of my fantasy, a place reserved forever. And I'll taste each shudder. And I'll enslave you deeply and tenderly. And you'll don't oppose. And I'll don't oppose, too, if you'll summon my psyche to connect with yours… all the way.

Do you have any idea how much I want you? Wanting to love you, it's like an extreme sport. Once, it's like skydiving, then like a marathon. Like scuba diving, then like I climb mountains. It's like I'd run and sweat through the feelings with speed on the highway of moments, having more than a hundred pulsations per second, just to cross the finish line together with you, at the same time, in the adrenaline of senses, with all moans of our bodies and kisses, while other peck kisses are for a tiny pause of respiro. Yet for all these, I have to lie, terrified because you'll forget to open the parachute or to swim, assuming it's illusory, love's fine line tween us.

Happiness can be conjugated only in the past tense of a present. Most of the time is just a drop, identically like this moment, lured in a masterpiece and a finesse prepared to be the fragrance kind from a future when your smile will be a reply tied in memories just to ask yourself when and if  have you ever loved a woman, — (and that woman being me…)

you run naked through my mind

mon amour, with you, is alternative math; I multiplied you with essences of my universe; I combined you with all kinds of thoughts; some have the taste of the sin, extracting the radical of a delightful desire found in hypotenuse of an opposite right-angled to obtain the result hidden in an idea with the base on the logarithm of feelings combined with the properties of a soft sound transformed in what has been expected, — an equation of senses which defines love's scent, anesthetizing me with an infinity of challenges hissed by a color, gently placed by you in my soul through your heavenly exponent...

when painters are breathing in the black and white, they do this intentionally, for when you're gazing at me to get what you adore and to hear some paths of my modules hitting you with something subtle identified in my colorful laughter Helloween

❝ I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again?  I have dreamed of you so much that my arms grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body. For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many days and years,  I would surely become a shadow. O scales of feeling. I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up. I sleep on my feet, prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and face of some passerby. I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much talked so much, slept so much with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than ...

I'm gonna love you in a way I never loved, breathless, — you gonna love me searching for me here, there, everywhere, where you think I am, but I am not, — I'm gonna love you in my lunatic thought, through the flying of love with and without wings, — you gonna love me in your imbecility with so much tenderness as you've never loved, — endlessly________

Have you ever been longing for what has been not, for what might have been but it had not? Have you ever been thinking of what it could've been to have what you want to know and to feel? Have you ever got lost between present and past as if you'd know how to write but not so able to dose? Am I still in your mind, as you are on my mind exhausted to look for an easy way out...…؟?

It was only a drink, and my mind climbed on a tiny cloud to listen to your smile with the sweetest tremor of lust, murmuring... (slow an´ easy), structurally, (love´s interlude), — good night, my love‧‧‧ Bilingual, I whisper to you, — I'm here... I'm there... I'm everywhere... (I listen to you). Do the same to have a (good) day and night, alike. After all, — (happiness is a warm gun). Keep it so... here... there... everywhere I am. 

it flows my mind through my soul, — some days don't start as I want, blaming me for I've chased away the joy, even before to let it in it flows my soul through my mind versed and scintillated enough, dancing with the one who's there, — my baby, — the essential support

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 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

 «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...]

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

[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]

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

❝ 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!... ❞

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 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

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...

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].

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]

❝ 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 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)

« 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. »

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

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 .

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.

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. 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...