Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

incendiary tactfulness of your mouth is combined with the savor of my dream 𓇼 my dream longs for you to watch me happily, tenderly, caressingly, madly 𓇼 madly you to listen to my velvety voice while your smile slyly bites my lusty lips 𓇼 lips contoured by the temperature of your whispers circulating unimpeded 𓇼 unimpeded... kissing delicately my valleys my mountains, my rivers, my flowery 𓇼 flowery is an allusion mirrored in my eyes chiseled by your love's sublime waves

the hands of your thoughts took the hands of my thoughts looking for companionship 𓇼 the exuberant light of your eyes got entwined natural in the untamed light of my eyes 𓇼 the champaigns, valleys, and mountains of my body are uttering unuttered poems 𓇼 happiness knows to exert in our lust and longing, the vocal cords' instinct of our most sacred gift, — 𓇼 (life…)

i'm your dreams' password, i'm palpable… touch my breath… (my pulse protects you…) hold out hope and come… run away from the sun to me… (i'm ecstasy in love's poetry)

an explicit saline councilor in the deepness of my eyes, sings prominently your song its treasured susurrations bent to my heart's pond, somewhere in the right ventricle a beauty orchestrated by lungs like a Scottish bagpipe sound made to oxygenate all senses

my thoughts ramble thru your clouds like an antidote to anything monotone your thoughts, on the scene of my joy filled with stars, mutilate any pains we're empowered by a kind of magic; clandestinely, we're holding the night the dream's dreaming boils in us a love; we're vitamins, we're passion's donor… there's nothing better than this power

your mind wants me to make your dream heavenly your heart took pulse of my heart full with oneiric optimism in your blood is dancing menuetto and presto, my torches' molecules... — you really got me... — your soul proudly wears my essence, — un p'tit je ne sais quoi undefinable defined

your fingers touch the lips of my poetry bitten by rays of the sun your eyes chain my eyes' story murmurs to decipher their mystery your lungs sculpt in my air a secret kiss to shield me from any trouble

he takes down all my jewels, — slowly the breath of his soft lips, — surrounds my neck, chains of beads, gems of thrills, orgasmic pearls, — his kisses he rocks and rolls my demons, — humanizing them in his arms love take over me with no promises just explosively all his love, — my best outfit... he's mine, — I'm expensive

the feast, the joy, the rhythm of the poetry are grounded with the golden quill of my all being the time is bleeding in my nervures back and forth like the message of the universe my voice is echoed tenderly everywhere, — asking you, – (want me?), (want me?), say it… say you want me to tell you again what I told you once when any season was dripping passion say, and I'll tell you not once or twice but vastly times, I Love You!

kilograms of hours, all my longing weighs; it’s seen on my thighs, hankering to feel you laying ’em in a split to look in… to moan… to love what you see kilograms of smoko, the stars sang a blues, invoking your throb, (a sensual cure) gasping in my bedding, crazy charming nest agonized by dreams kilograms of hope, around here and there just a touch away in illegal fun’s style with me hung in future with you in the past pirating my smile kilograms of words are still summon you to summon up… me

I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons, while my lips metamorphosed them into divine effigies ruling and making your soul be a servant of my wishes for I've let your mouth nourish with my cute Darkside for all monsters, those zombies that wear beauty's mask to suffer fully, terrified by the boom-boom of your pulse. I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons. Now, your royal creature comforts me from all directions with your soul, — a fireplace with hotly and spicy sound of the sandalwood and cèdre through books' rustle, while their foliage, the lifeblood of a tasty lachrymose wine is revived in coffee beans, for nobody to feel silly with it.

my gold ammunition, — the music the dealers, — every music platforms any intrusive thought is liquidated as any generic of any genre claims the grim loneliness and sufferance bleeds only happiness for fear of me any nightmare is assumed in a flash of being just a marvelous dream i'm love, — [thank you for asking…], i am the antidote to bad friek things

kiss of sweet dreams, – a tableau painted with non-toxic crayons crayons are your lips biting mine arousing the bestial lust... inside inside i want to feel you, profound sonnet, recital, tender mega sound

using the roundness of your thoughts I'm washing with the refreshing rain of a sonnet to chase away ugliness the dew of a paradise got open with healer characters in metaphors attached to my heels am enabled to tread over any arrogance of some faces hidden behind masks for in my inner, —  the sun, river, flowers trees and chirping of birds delight my life

my words have caught the contour of his name, — the space between got set on fire with love, then, i sketched his physical absence with my lungs coupling it with darkness to dance with the light to fill somehow the eternal emptiness which fell...

I'm gonna shelter you with my shadow from the vengeance of sunlight of this contemporaneous month. Every night you will feel me, — intensely, deeply tenderly… loving you enigmatically as you've never been loved before. Once caught in nets of my oceanic energy, you'll beg for more… — madly… — promising me your sweetest revenge… [just because…] I'm gonna shelter you with my shadow from the vengeance of sunlight of this contemporaneous month.

the Persian buttercups made biogeometry in me 𓇼 the beauty of flowers are in my body and soul 𓇼 even when divinity's dark their breeze expels 𓇼 the hid geopathic stress purifies my naturalness 𓇼 my happiness gets power influenced gently by love 𓇼 stuck in the middle with you in me blooms sensuality 𓇼 your lips sigh to me politely the poem of love in two  𓇼 so blame me, don't blame me you are in me, i am in you

i am the story of love, — [a love that respected and broke any rules...] [passion, romance, jealousy, fight, and harmony, — all that the waves of life brings and takes, expected and unexpected] [a love that wore diamonds and the mysterious pieces, issued by the knees of ground and lungs of the universe] [a love proudly and modestly in its suit, confectioned in the realm of dreams, — such real that looks unreal] … i am the story of love, the daughter of summer and winter, i've got every of their stuff in me, i'm chilly enough to soothe you, i'm fiery decently to heat you up, i am flesh and bone, i'm able to feel you in my navel i am the story of love, — i've got that certain thing... i was born to love you... you could be or not in this place of my story written with my nails moistened deeply in the bloody moon, [doesn't depend on me what you wish]

humorously, the morning sun focused its ray of light thru the tiny rustic branches of an appetizing basket, where chaotic, seductively, delicious, and arrogantly, each lusty temptation for some ripened grape clusters that've debuted their ecstasy, metamorphosing the full view into a wildish passion, macerating chic desire's sap about what you think I think, — (hmm... this sun had much fun)

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