Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

meet my soul full of life in the room of seasons ⋯ kiss my impulsiveness with lips of your thoughts ⋯ do a miracle with a smile, sinuously, to lend to you the rays of my moon ⋯ catch the trace of my blue with your crystalline gaze sunken in a summer wine ⋯ the waiting waits for you to infuse yourself in me

spinning my mind for you to find me... i began dreaming you're searching for me not being enough fast, i used my tricks and sent my eyes' tones on your dark sky with my lips, — [having smoothly touch of the sun's beam], i kissed your eyelids do you feel a crystalline and playfully smile walking through your blood‥well, it's mine hear alluring sighs in your eardrums... — they are for you to memorize my name if you sniff a scent, — it's my body's one cruised with my gentleness' wind on you all of me signify a hallucinogenic silhouette metastasized through all cardinal directions and is surveilling you and is waiting for you and will bring you to me in an [ultrarêve]

wanna sex, love, money, — positive it is as much as I want, — negative 𓇼 a good thought daily, — positive for everyone, — negative 𓇼 music, books, movies, — positive any kind of type, — negative 𓇼 sport, travel, companions, — positive happens every day, — negative 𓇼 I love, I have desires, — positive hating someone, — negative 𓇼 a tiny joy, a smile, a hug, — positive everybody offers, — negative 𓇼 I'm starved of life like a wolf, — positive accepting anything, — negative 𓇼 attractive, witty, chic, frankly, — positive following someone's rules, — negative 𓇼 conclusion, — my life is so damn wonderful …(positive) — …(negative), — I love it! I'm experiencing it! I adore it! It's My Life.

the way your lips murmur it paints my breath using decent colors of your tale 𓇼 the way your eyes gaze at me it composes my heartbeats sculpting fluidly my fantasy 𓇼 the way I'm listening to you illuminates gently my hopes in the cadence of your pulse

a dream… from the peak of my thoughts, without any permutations or influences, contoured the décolletage of my dawn animatedly and at the present continuum, its gently drops like an impetuous waterfall come undone on my architected silhouette

the wrist of my moments drunk you with my dreams following the natural course of my sunrise and dark using the warm and wet lips of my unlimited thoughts 𓇼 the nets of your stars shine in the womb of my night with wonderful words till the edge of every morning when both of us whisper for each other, — I love you 𓇼 undomesticated, my passion looks for your savagery in the seductive perfume of flowers… X-rayed by you at the hour of the kiss for the vitamin, [drive me wild]

have I told you today you are the dream arrayed to breathe in the pupil of my heart and by my blood panoplied to love you with the whispers of my constellations? 𓇼 …don't condemn me let's straighten it out… love me... too

bite me… taste me… — [at absolute]; make your move… intense moans, — [provoke me]; my flower haunts and begs for your heavenly butterfly; my pleasures' swarms, — [grab them]; my colors, — [squeeze them...] [deep]; my zenith is your energy, — [consume it]; I want your playful bud to incite my fragrance;

instead of saying to him, I love You, like a chef, I make his favorite dish, I kiss him in the morning and night, I laugh at his jokes, I take care of me washing my body in peony's water and I wait for him in a sexy négligée having candidate a tender wine for ambiance... with its dirty little secret, tacitly...exact how deep the ocean is

oh, love, — traveling… in your fantasies… I unlocked, unintentionally,  your desire's faucet, — me…

my body, — a rich field fertile, exquisite; my bosoms, — succulent ripened fruits; my abdomen, — a flora and fauna concept; my posterior, — the moon and sun paired; everything in me emits a fruitful sensory metamorphosed in poetic languages and the intensity of someone's song... affably like a rainy day lover, like me, as if i'd be... as if i'd be rays of a curiosity slipping slyly in the palms of yours; I, to be guided gently in your archive with some splitty thoughts, lollygagging, and waiting, to carry them up

out of the blue, some memories with you sealed my lips, my soul, my spirit… 𓇼 you can feel the symptom in my smile, suavely ruled by a bijou star, like a torus 𓇼 this fire burns smoldering, while flowers and bees trace you to turn you in honey 𓇼 so hold on in translations of my versions, after all, I'm your girl, (your secret love)

I stir pleasure, — exactly as begonias do, — I intimidate you… sensibly and timidly your eyes delight in all of my varieties, — instantaneously… you dreamt of this moment dozen of days, — in your absolute, you feel it my fragrance is in you, — perfectly… — how I blossom you love to watch… — but how much light and warm or water is allowed or is forbidden, — you can't yet estimate

you unveiled, leaf by leaf, my typical senses, and artfully, dissolved 'em, in a twilight garden through a time of year; 𓇼 moon's nudity, in velvety veils, has peeped at my timidity, hidden in the blue river of your obediently multiplex stars; 𓇼 now, your longings drink me beastly, savoring, conjugated, the love I've worn for you... a deepen one, you let it bleed...

you brought me to life in your dreams 𓇼 gently, you created your wish be my wish, then you metamorphosed even a pleasurable space for us 𓇼 the subject, me… with the subject, you… started to fusion in one to other 𓇼 any other vibe of ours is a star topology 𓇼 our universe is called love

love… — love is a substantive …and is so logical that its form can be declined, but trying to explain it is so-so mysterious love… — you incarnated in all the loves to love you to love me to want to be loved; even my name respond at your appeal simple [my love!]‧‧‧♡

I see things, might others can't see; I hear sounds, might others can't hear; I live in a world full of colors but some perceive me in only one tint; I love you, means my salute; The sun means my smile; The moon means my murmurs; The flora and fauna, sea, and the sky wears my name; The color of my blood and spirit orchestrates my feelings; The universe is my home; I'm a dreamer but most of all, I am Woman a Confident Woman.

dementedly, — his mouth devours her, sliding softly deep down to her intimate cliffside aphrodisiac, — his sap liquefies in her anemone exorcising, — her phobia together culminate shine giggling equally… — (love you), I love You too

you forgot a thought in my deeply thought, wallpapered with kisses, — twice as tough, impregnated in the nectar of my emotions with potion of love, – lusty, savory, yummy, hurried and imprudent, like a tiny little bee

a botanical complexity, citrusy, slightly sweet, innocently, succulently, incredibly, — my scent accompanies him…

dreams materialize, dreams evaporate, like the virga through controversy debates in reply of a schism, apparently masked

a fugacious moment, a murmur of the purple rain… and us… — amorously… dancing…

I anchored my dream in the garden of your soul flexible, your heart sloped its pulse to mine ebullient, our blood begun ce petit quelque chose the flirty poem was spread fulfilling in our longing

your murmur, — pandemic kiss your tongue, — a savant slipping deepen arousing me… easy

that day which led into that tomorrow and that cold sweat on my skin and those nerves with a profound disgust for you disappeared, abandoning me, metamorphosed me into a lonely wolf, a wolf carrying just sad emotions and with all its hope in hell, — [period]

i'm rather a spirit of moonbeams writing the verses on a ludic page 𓇼 guided by a fragility phonation, i am unchained to stir up trance 𓇼 i'm a star sent from sky's shelters, an exiled voice gurgling in yours 𓇼 higher, i'm any inner music piece, (the score of time) to shine you on 𓇼 i'm personifying all of my lovin', i am the scent you are attired... 𓇼 [i am...], [i am a kind of dance…], a dance that dances you... coquet

it is a pain inside me that I must hide deep cos outside, there, somewhere, some wolves, if they could feel me howling of suffering, would eat me alive; a reason for pretending everything is fine, and flattering them just to let me be but without letting them end out of my sight

furtive, your sleep, sneaked in my bed kissing my eyes, (to dream with you) and I feel and burn and I hear and live and I see I'm predestined to love you me, docile like a tigress, you, epidemic, me, phased, you, make‧me‧feel‧so‧good

tonight, I'm gonna put you on my lips letting your mouth talk with mine… [love stories] your tongue will be a hyper pen active implied firmly in my physic's geometry, [full of silky sap] conjugated at feminine, my heartbeats will fill your deep dreams… [exactly as I love you]

I'm thinking about your eyes and the night it pampers them with a kiss I'm thinking about your smile and your furtive smile makes my day a poetry a fall of flowers thrives in me luring like Dona-Aurora's scent to spread out love's sound hmm... adore how you feel me

my feelings are captured in some micro fictions' instrument 𓇼 the music from the background renders a so ravishing passage luring me in a psychic transit 𓇼 just as the wind plays with my hair just as the sun kisses my cheeks just as the stars shine in my eyes just as the moon hugs me 𓇼 but when music's gonna stop, could you intuit how orphan would be stories' vocabulary and where the feelings will dawdle

comforted in your maverick thoughts my emotions transpire desire my pheromones sprout inside you an impregnated passion all the love of mine is on your lips, — charmed, you touch yourself, — instantly in our feverish nest, we meet

aesthetic of his dream, — I am the epicenter of longings, — our unconsciously love each tremor, each shiver, — sweet debauchery of our being the moon, the sun, — we are, —  a day, a night, — damnation torch // flame, — what a curse……

breezy challis, —  versatile demons silky… velvety… — his sourced joy… in my imagination embroidered

hard liquor, — hesitant waft… a kiss surprised in appearance like a comforting guillotine

I've never gone from the place I loved you. Actually, since then, I sculpt you in heretic poems with air and without air in my lungs. Like a cylinder, my sentiments rolled and rolls [still] for being materialized in my written and unwritten desires. I've never gone from the place I loved you. I feel you in my head, shoulders, knees, and toes. Would you like it to be true? I mean, to call you back again?

the fissure identified between us has lust property … a greedy desire conjugated free … going along with a smile

not insipid, not inodorous, not insoluble not without a face, not without a physique not black, not white, not both sides not without identity, not an entity not intangible, not indecipherable not with phobias, not with chaos but just in the aptitude of the ecstasy guided from nowhere to everywhere in visions of the paradise we belong with hallucinogenics inclinations (whispered the love's sound in some longing's realm)  

your phone buzz with sparks; (you smile), saw your sweet trouble; i throb on phone's screen

with vocation I scull in your mind tempting you loving get sculled you'll invite me perpetually your thoughts sprightly are sculling me hold on, I'm coming

a riverwalk, — my body; your mouth, — my lover voodoo me transpire magic suspirations…

the longing arches me; on my pillow is spread your coquettish dream; its echo stops me suffer; I don't oppose, I savor it; insanely charmed, avid moaning in anticipation for my virility technique of loving you unleashed, I'm begged in your hell

my harmony invites, your equilibrium, into me; let's play, but watch out, don't push it much, — your seductive velleity like a bliss, should be, articulated tenderly, piano, on my mind, to sail, for your raindrops of kisses to fall down on my skin, and your eyes to radiate intensely, in my eyes, — profound Herculean, even purer than the sky

you, brute benthos creature, i was prepared to be yours... 𓇼 i felt desire's scream in you, yearning to taste me, to get deep down inside me, like a holothurian to move thru my body, and famished to torture me passionately... 𓇼 instead, you metamorphosed in a minuscule blue butterfly... 𓇼 since then, you talk in colors

if I ever know something about the stars, it's they do music, — music measuring the immeasurable music embracing the indeterminable music crossing the universe... constantly discovering the unknown... — the one me the one you intertwined in its secrecy

before being a journalist she's been a typographer typesetter or the linotype wasn't for her a secret the ink, the font, the paper, the offset or bookbinding proofreader... publication, traditional current routine librarian, even a colporteur she was already in-between she, — my one and only goddess my mom, - my unique lady to whom I'm deeply inclined with dedication acclaiming

a mental imagery wings its way up to the satellite of your sky, — suspiciously, in the sky of yours it is late, — it is infernally late... yet, perceived, is a tremored whisper on my skin written with your mind it's about a cryptical story about us, — two lovers swaying smoothly together …preoccupied with nothing else

like any species of hydrangea, as I am, as you are, as we are be it white, pink, yellow, green, purple, blue, the pH is sublime like a smile on the lips of time with any color's ascetic perfume it is me, — it is you, — it is us, a🎸riff in the painting of love

graced in chromatic love of yours, my lips know what they want they ask nothing, — just take, engaging your lips playfully to be like a bumblebee on a peony bud… guided gently by a lighthouse light through a foamy curtain of stars, blue paradise savors… our prelude uninhibited

in the writer's farm, — you'll find me planted, — my name's love… on the music's farm thinkin' bout you you... humming… in all artists' farms, i am their attire, sound, color, word, ‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧ i am the muse

to not wrench your morning fragrance, i lean softly upon your inflamed wrath letting this love-starved heart of mine to migrate inside you enthusiastically, pleasant to arouse you, and to listen to my minute, springing up within forever through the field of wildflowers bathed into nights of loving, of passions, of us

you slip in any cell of mine like an irresistible quicksilver making art with my blood keeping me captive with the graces of a silvery fox and the instinct of a wolf for you talk with distant stars and with the moon and seas  to guard me like a treasure for I emit the perfume of love in III types of notes, felt deep, me... — you... — us...

are illustrations that transport me promptly in any village all over the world, — companion becomes the one who surprised the moment, — coquette, the essence of a uniform message is the clock that accentuates the atmosphere, lustily, like our tête-à-tête, a trick of the light

unintended, — the mouth got woken... somehow, the fingertips have sketched delicately gestures on the lips contour the movements of words are flowing so ample between a melodious sound, gentle, velvety, and alluring perceived atmosphere evokes therapeutic senses without involving a petrissage therapy but just a bam‧bang‧boom smooth vibe

he hunts discreetly her blue gaze, to his dream in continuum progress even the evening sun shines on him effervescent in oriental rhythms through a byzantine aperture she appears as enigma in abstract spreading an elite heady fragrance as he hunts discreetly, her blue gaze

in the scheme of his soul I'm weightless, — gravity is zero, and yet I'm felt felt silky, like a peony's petal, pedantic and asymmetric caught inside its tender echo echo crystalline, gifted to wilt till heals our longings' fragility like the pulse of a rain a rain untamed …as weightlessly as I'll wait […in the scheme of his soul]

i felt my presence into the silent chaos of his mess, and the impact on him, in any district that he trod i felt i am for him, not closer one, but a concept, as he transplanted all my faults into a beauty ideal i felt even my dreams more true as any truth i live, deducted arrogantly, as an ironic irony, (because…) …because you had the boldness to close your eyes, blinded by the shimmering darkness of mine and his

his every touch overwhelmed me utterly; the passion and gentleness made my body to tremble in his waves with foamy senses, my limbs to feel effervescently frissons in semitones of blues equal with lapis-lazuli out of the edge of the love's galaxy, melted in our emotion's sound, deeply like an ocean, able to resurrect any metaphor to the rank of bohemian experience for rising up ecstasy

Yesterday's thoughts call thoughts of today. Together are hand in hand to succeed to go thru this fire, away from being stabilized yet for appearance, look like a dangerous game with yesterday in today for tomorrow's smile, mine and yours, both converted from words in fact, me to live like me, you to live like you.

you had put the longing's music in my soul, pairing it with discreet tones of your whispers to explore me gently in all my existence using subtlety and the tender sweetness  of your entity, you manipulated meticulously, like a pharmacist, my flower's essence patiently and friendly like a teacher, insisting on whatever subject, and like a perfumer, who keeps equilibrium on the playground love, you styled the answers so savagely you had set the longing's music in my soul paired with Do-Si-Do ingredients of the nightrider you are, the chef of my fantasies

some tagged me, — poetess... [shhh...] [like you, i smiled too] [trenchantly arrogant] [didn't correct 'em], i let their faux pas beliefs slip lento to my fingers, choosing to pen 'em with the words of my soul's language, having as proofreader the whispers of my emotions texts got molded in tints of my eyes' dialect, rhyming with a questioning laugh, deeply and artfully aimed ​by my spectral thoughts with crystalline sounds like some infant's sin my DNA, like the graphene, defined to me how to love... [to love you...] [to love stuff…], [which must be done as much as is necessary, gradually and sufficiently to not get injured] … some tagged me, — poetess... [shhh...], they felt my sweet escape at the rococo degree

he understood, — statement of own responsibility, it was not what I was looking for, so he took my body's fever by reading my mind 𓇼 skilled, he moved in my phone running in my palms, following the line of my life with the art's attitude, to become the geometry of my passion 𓇼 he learned to moisturize my lips, murmuring incandescent with his degrees in my optical rotation, using like a weapon, the kiss 𓇼 patiently and timed innocently by our passion's chronometer, love lavished us the equilibrium of its sublime echo with high notes

my eyes on you behind the stars are breathing time, intensifying the magic of our blue club composition, scattered by the beauty of the memories, on wings of the moon, at the apogee of a hypothetical world full of passion, and the endlessness of lovely fantasy where is no ceiling, or any other surface-level kind, for I rooted you in me a bunch of times and got it all

my dreams are produced with the happiness' voice lithographed in my soul with magnolia's perfume in unfathomable editions to excite your thoughts at the hour of my everyday with a fast and safe attitude exactly as google chrome or any other browsers brag, classic and not good at love yet free & humble addiction

the structure of reality, a mystery of each day 𓇼 (the right way doesn't exist, for orange isn't a color just the perfume of her skin spread with his fingers) 𓇼 (for his mouth is occupied to complain about the silhouette of her lips) 𓇼 playful visitors kissing a some French 75 instead salut, welcome, let's go

the equalizer of our emotions is... — [it's You] configuring an unpredictable word in a fête to supply cadence to mood [it's Me] the pulse of two in any product of the imagination [it's us] the most efficient treasure... so sly so heyyy so to ask nothing [it's you & me] it's the demented answer of love like the rock phenomenon, like joy

I scream with all my lungs and with all my other lives related to everything I am as a mom, woman, and wife, daughter, sister, and relative, colleague, teammate, friend, wanted, imposed, and loved; in invincible dreams entitled Healer, Fighter, Lover, or Hero and not a stork kind, seeped, created, or based in mysticism and not on scientific visions, - Stay Home! Home is our Weapon! Make yourself Unseen like that thing unseen, the COVID-19 which plucked our life.

i get open like a bud of a flower i smile playfully like is its petals i have no fixed rules like a robot sum my flaws, i'm not a mannequin i love… (you…), a love bred in a dream no matter if it's a.m./p.m. hour, i'm in… look in my soul, there's my refuge