Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

body temperature gets high, —  (he knows how to hold me there) 𓇼 in me, I'm screaming for pleasure, —  (he knows what to whisper to me) 𓇼 generated like a systolic murmur, — (I'm deep inside his nerves) 𓇼 viaduct of love exhausts his body, — (never anonymous, never overuse)

fractal moments fractal dreams fractal emotions paint the tableau tender connected at words, colors, sounds, essences of my everyday to offer at least a petite fragment composed, from the universe I am the bioinspiration asterisked to you with golden touch

into their playground love's atmosphere, she's abandoned herself unreservedly, (her sensuality spills passion) 𓇼 imprints of his lips shine on her smile while his lungs, lustily, scan her Venus, (anointed in her absolute) 𓇼 beauty wears the name of his climax… cryptic touches, delights, and suspires, — (a bohème time capsule into the wild)

your dream follow smoothly my perfume and like a Nahema rose it climbs on the shoulder of the Andromeda Galaxy 𓇼 everywhere is sensed a mystic fragrance  united with the spectrum of a beastly wedding amongst seraphic blue and tamed green… 𓇼 is something hotly-balsamic, angelic, honey-like, is something loved and innocently envied, something that springs to stay in a sanctuary, — 𓇼 is the finest myth in all mythological mythology, is the ambergris, chassis, musk, and immortelle, is the bohème silhouette of yours within mine

each word of my eyes, he sips them smoothly with the mouth of his soul then stirs them with a tasty memory well guarded with smiles of his lungs while tenderness rains with love's elixir and everything that our bodies mean fulfilling lust with so nice to meet you, and stamping it with a demented kiss

her perfume in his thought is, — an (art exhibition), — sweet nectar fabricated in constellation's laboratory his perfume in her thought, — (midnight desire), — entwined gently to feel him vulnerable in her hands but when (midnight's desire) penetrates (art exhibition), their universe pours love any thought & act of god and devil's, are equally (ooh-aah), as their bodies experience the astral journey

(again... smoothly, he flirted with her, —) why would I want to be today ... a paintbrush ...(‽) milady ... 𓇼 [and again...], (she butterflied... to him, —) perhaps your feelings want to interpolate with mine for inserting your technique and poetic colors [ to portray me ...(‽) as you love it ...🫦] 𓇼 [at his turn...], (he smiled and acted, —) [ pink peony are your lips ], [ purple sky and beige of the universe is your wavy hair ], [ the reality is blue like your eyes ], [ and your body perfume ...], well , — it will depend on the view of the watcher ...

he doesn't touch me, he comforts me he doesn't heat me up, he turns me into honey in his hive he's slipping with the rhythm of my trance scented charmingly with his passion vines' collections inside him, i make blossom the whimsical hypotheses anointed with my essential myrrh he whistles with happiness… i'm the sculptor of his time marbling under his eyelids the tenderest trouble

I saw him in the distance, (he also glanced at me) lucidly, we were heading one towards the other (willy-nilly), suddenly, we bumped into each other (without any approval), our thoughts got in touch, both whistling in unison, — [i·want·you·to·want·me] (in a wild manner you've been in my mind…) (centered on your being, I yearned for you already)

the whispers' rustling of my carefree thoughts, it echoes through the channels of your mind 𓇼 the writings of my kisses are navigating on the river of wild daisies under a midnight 𓇼 far and wide, dreamy, bright even stormy, you're perfumed with me... your DNA bears me 𓇼 by my side, you feel a mesmerizing adrenaline; you — on drama//city realm, me — on comic side

my blood is like a flood of honey where he, with longing, takes a swim, lustfully, until wolf down my elixir 𓇼 those waggish twins monsters, seductive poetized by his tongue's tip, reveal my oh-so-pleasing refrains 𓇼 my body, chiming the atmosphere, elucidates his heartbeats' contour, — driving him crazy makes me happy 𓇼 compressed in the walls' intimacy, my being in his sighs oxygenated feels, burgeons miraculously in time's spell

while he gets in my room he's untying his tie, letting it flow negligent and slippy… exactly like some meldrops of a bizarre summer's rain the closer he gets to me he unbuttons his shirt letting me see… on and on his perfect body disposed 24/7 to love me and kiss me even if I'm not religious, — inevitably, deeply, endlessly, he takes me up to heaven making me his sunshine to bloom fully [just for him]

if would be as his soul want, I should never cry or be sad, I should never have any pain if would be as his soul want, I should be happy perpetually defined only by joy and love if would be as his soul want, nothing evil should approach by me as I'm shielded by him if would be as his soul want thru his method of loving me you'd understand me better why I can do to nobody no harm

through all your constellations, i will bring down to your fields the entire energy of my galaxy; shy, our approving eye contact and truth, are going to get seen, heard and felt in all their beauty; you'll tread in my goblins' herd where fairies sing, waltz, note, and ponies hold frisky names; happy together, we will whistle and we'll become dreams' keepers cos happiness is a butterfly-like

the truest truth of the true, it is a challenge just to costume your truth with my truths my truths have sound, color, shape, aroma with symmetric and asymmetric encryption it's seeable only by those that are tempted to look for the true substance of a woman a woman perceived in her true blue as I am with all scented notes emanating from me

his thought has not some stable hour; whenever wants, gets inside her soul, crawling like a biblio—kleptomaniac, going down tactfully to her bungalow, built charming, inspiring, and luring, with dreams driving through the night [a night filled with authentic passion] up, in her dream, feels his lips slipping slyly, leveling off on her neck and body, soothingly, getting down, down, down, while his hands, finely, knead her hips, as his body is pressing hers, delicately, making her want...want, yet he dilutes [her need to make pee, wakened her up]

it's late at night… I'm reading your words written with the ink of your molecules 𓇼 they exude, ⟮drop by drop⟯, love, hope and joy; ⟮that exciting motley DNA of yours⟯ 𓇼 a few minutes just have flown, — I smile... ⟮don't you feel our situationship as a gift?⟯ 𓇼 with you is spring, is birds' chirp in May, is strawberry love and scent you breathe 𓇼 with me… is the obsession's atmosphere; it's ⟮mine in yours…⟯, it's ⟮yours in mine…⟯

you know what my stars do... — when I sleep, they gaze at me; too distracted, they always forget  I can see 'em watching my dreams; they even gave me a name, — for them, I am their supergirl… I think they consider me their star… perhaps as them, phosphorescent, I'm mirroring in their dreams

i authorized the nights to caress your lips with tenderly kisses while you wait for me with your mind kneeled with your soul shivering with your longings kindled with your lungs screaming sprightly kindly greedy to love me to love you charming subtly deeply me, — a romantic visitor, the big dream of yours

i wrote a word… — (a substantive...), and i placed it on a side of your soul; i wrote another one, — (indispensable), and i placed it on a side of your eyes; i wrote the words, — (a snazzy name), but got translated, — have a good life; i wrote the words, — (smoke's specter); was placed on one of my essence's sides; i wrote the words, — (cigarette butts...), and were placed on your feelings' side; i wrote simply, — (unroll those words...), and you took a new cigar and smoked it; and metamorphosed yourself in my poem, crayoned subtle by my habituated longings [exactly as your songs reign inside me]

(very bonhomme, flirting smoothly, he asked her, —) milady... why would I want to be today... a violin...(؟?) (and she butterflied... to him... a tender answer, —) maybe you'd like to be caressed, by someone... (in a similar manner) (a person couldn't abstain himself and, smiling, said, —) both of you bring joy, you're too much alike... i love it…

a petite pungency of happiness it coalesces our spirit in a quiet way communication doesn't need words but rather be pauciloquent the flashbacks of all your smiles are kissing me… are hugging me… my essence breathe to you, I Love You through the lustrous memories of mine

we spent just a few words... the moment has felt like a sneeze of a wild dog running 𓇼 we spent just a few words... their bouquet has felt like lavender's honey created in thousands of hours 𓇼 we spent just a few words...

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