Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

the envy met with mediocrity… i watched their illusions making love i swear i never tried to spy on them but appeared on my stream their moment was & is strangled still with the core of their shadow so i stepped out, learning to not care… (didn't deserve my attention)

let's drink a coffee, a tea, let's talk about us, or just let's watch ourselves at each other to feel together how often love kissed us... [it whispered at my soul's roots, the spring]; let your mind's steps tread on the doorstep of my blues using a poem without uttering  love's words, lusts, and longings but only be felt in the emotional charging of your cells; let your chromosomes' scent get spread up... tenderly to touch my meadow of buttercups placed in my dreams among time and space with the noise of verses moaning your name … whispered again at my soul's roots, – spring;

and smiles all the venom of love and wakes up the life of my lips   and slips smoothly into my body bohème wants to sail like a well-versed poet through my blood till gets inside my soul and winks to me and vitalizes me and is ridiculously and faultless and deeply to satisfy any sleepy desire my perfidious coffee

the magic tips of his dreams fingers slipping sluggishly into her heart pocket caress any carnal curves of her brain then annihilates any psychic aggression by sedating her with the vaccine of love of his longing that burns smoldering the magic tips of his dreams fingers slipping sluggishly into her heart pocket is kissing the platonic texts of her lust painted by the resolutions of his universe with a distorting time in a square moon rolled in a future of an imperfect perfection and this happens just because the tips of his dreams fingers are magic...

am the pollen of words in the whispers of your dreams my mind spreads honey while your bud blossoms stars vulnerable, your galaxy marvel in the taste of my marvel seeing you perfuming yourself with my blue eyes' memoir

when i want love, my lungs hear my wish letting a song be, — [your hands on my dreaming heart]; in between, another song prepares your lips on my lips to push me to the stars [to moan... with mad lust]; adjusted by the light of your eyes, i'm kissed and wrapped in poetry's empire [for love is what it is], — king of your heart and queen of my heart where i call you and you call me anytime [at the hour of the abstract art];

why the voice of your heart scolds me when it sinks you in my liquid dreams while you take the form of my essence, budding with the sighs, tongue, and lips of your prose… upon my skin's poetry why your words build a wild lust in me, turning me to look like a lacy divination while the fangs of your soul drug me, texturing my facts to entwine and flow through love's banquet, directed by you why better not claim me, if it's so sexy for you to make me miss you, every day

by ingesting jasmine's accent fragrance of my body, your aristocratic fingers have meowed acutely, a sexy melody 𓇼 lovingly, the magic murmur of music with the warmed and moistened lips, recited to you, my kisses' calligraphy 𓇼 in a flash, a viewable joy comforted us with the fragments of another dream, domineeringly to don't go to strangers

I've been wishing to use just a word, something catchy, something soulful, something deep about you... and me, but sky's screams colored my desire metamorphosing the celestial bodies in specter's beauty of blue butterflies, glimmering amid the petals of clouds, filled with the perfume of love's seed. I've been wishing to use just a word, to feel its charm for the first time, and my pulse in your veins to trickle lento with Mediterranean passion's degrees, equally like your body's temperature, while your sleep dreams in my reality, writing lust on my skin with your lips, (without detour...), but as you'd wish…

the sparks of your words provokes me to feel you I'm lively in your moment even if in all your dreams I've got a different name all words seem an invitation giving birth to a tiny ogre playfully summoned by you as if love brought us together willing us to remain closely

I've run it up with all my feelings for you with all of my passionate fantasies with all of my nocturne's desires with all of my madly lusts and with anything I did with you in my mind I dreamed through words' existence and suffocating throbs of my chest just to catch you... then to have you not to forgive you but to punish you in that hell in which you've boiled me Like the deity of love, I possess you, venging with my amazone érogène avid v*cious, sizzling, exactly as you made me wait for you, letting my dreams never stay down but to call you in the realm of a truth from where alone you and I don't wanna go

he never sent me postcards from the beach or any other place he sent me solitary pics with the plurality of his emotions he sent me majestic symphonies orchestrated by daily's casts he sent me pure geometry's scheme draped into colors' community... [he never sent me postcards...], [he's been shadow's sound], — [love]

somewhere, on a velvety sheet, a star is composing emotions the moon is the maestro that will orchestrate it all creatures of the night will listen to it open-mouthed a maroon of flowers will spread their perfume the universe thru its own will will give us wings we'll transpire ecstasy and dance will dance on our tempo pieces gigged in the fell‧in‧love's key written on heaven's partition

out of the wrist of my dreams, zephyrs of my confidential scents are unchained in his moments to [bring to him my joy] evoked by the symphony of the senses with a charming potion of my charisma I'm smoothing his spirit in its assembly for in musical notes, I'm under the covers enough to chase away miserable thoughts and his peculiar embroidered nightmares

your shadow came in my dream I felt kisses over my body kindled sexily my eyes do coo your thoughts ripple did I do... (?) passion's rearview angle is today's prodigy i'm la femme puissante of your realm

poem of our love pathogenic gasp longing, in my pen unuttered words hiding you in me you secure me your agony's echo tracks me to be attires of your soul styled by my lungs with the look peeped in love's legend drew

slowly, — his gaze canvassed down to the mystery of her fluidly feeling there are no shortcuts, — his psychic is unlocked instantly dimension of ecstasy enraptures him to the deepest desire the astral embodiment of her yoni springs on him, sweet like a flower her-giving is in intimacy of his rustle in the deep insatiability of his breath is a harmony of the event's testimony in a voyage over bridges of thoughts each gesture and touch is Rhine falls in the torch climax of the passion the words' personality moves their lips beyond their heartbeat's silhouette she's ready, — wants him, he knows it is her poem's air... shelter of his butterflies

with you on my lips got famished my pencil with you in my mind i'm diluvium of dreams my rebel soul's cadence is nestled in your blood your wild heart's echo is ringing in my head your photography  whispers love's savor but I stay quiet to listen to your caress thrilling all-around, from east-west to north-south

my blue night has the disorder's smell and the perverse silence even when the voices are heard in metaphoric algorithms… — [and that’s so frenglishly cynical…] lucky me because I’m beauty’s miracle, — a performer even in the sun even in the shadow attracting butterflies and Kolibri transcending above any fears, making darkness charming fire with any of my joys… emanated

to not stop the insanity of love, a tenderly memories' cascade intones thru the veins of a poet, gentle breaths masked in lust from an elixir of a laced chalice guided by the kissed dreams in the whispers of the wishes, a sense triumphs into a passion grounded into a time undirected, longing's gravity it gesticulates charming confessions about us, miming geography of our words never problems just work of art

I fed your anemia with the blood of my sun so you not to be in the darkness anymore calm, I changed any change of the moon to write to you the melodies of my soul delicately, I kissed the lips of your stars for you to compile me in infinite texts I smoothed your mind with the petals of my galaxy to caress your moments I bit tenderly the questions of your eyes for you to keep me close with your love my supreme sin is called hope, and hope slips thru your dreams to make your life sweet

je t’accuse ⋯⋯⋯⋯ je t’accuse for stealing my judgment 𓇼 je t’accuse for the infinite hours of dreaming 𓇼 je t’accuse for how you kiss me 𓇼 je t’accuse for the way you touch me 𓇼 je t’accuse for how you make me laugh 𓇼 je t’accuse for not letting me forget I’m a women 𓇼 je t’accuse for the way you feed my spirit 𓇼 je t’accuse for the thousands of whispers of love 𓇼 je t’accuse for how your blood simmers in my blood 𓇼 je t’accuse for you’ve not changed anything at me 𓇼 je t’accuse for you love me as I am 𓇼 je t’accuse for the way you’re listening to me 𓇼 je t’accuse for you never get bored with me 𓇼 je t’accuse for the way you make me long for you 𓇼 je t’accuse for how your eyes watch me stealthily 𓇼 je t’accuse for the way you wait for me 𓇼 je t’accuse for all my orgasms 𓇼 je t’accuse for how you’re savoring my scent 𓇼 je t’accuse with my lips, with my eyes, with my smiles 𓇼 je t’accuse with my fears, with my sins 𓇼 je t’accuse with all of my being 𓇼 je t’accuse ⋯⋯⋯...

in the sky of your dream, (cheery), — my vision’s undulations relax in comforting longings even the sky’s teeth shine in my contemporary spell, lived in the company of a few gulls winter’s flavor’s being felt itself; its temper, (the transparency), provocative tempts my sea is a deep blue one born in a time of a December, in the sky of your dream… to make you feel my love

winter holiday is present waiting to be hugged with much gentleness, with the sweetish soul, with a cheery gaze, with smooth thoughts in the halo of passion wrapped and hypnotized by love in vital essences, found in each and every day that shape us from the early beginning with same appetite to expose 🎄 …happy holidays  to you… to me… to us…

the rustling of your thought immortalized on the canvas of my soul, it's like a docile whisper... ⋆⋆⋆ and I don't hide you... — your daily routines have deep-rooted on my joy's lips, dementedly ⋆⋆⋆ and I love you… [but how much I love you...?], you see, this poem, I didn't write it yet ⋆⋆⋆ it nested in your chest... and beats... [I don't know exactly in which wing], but its vibe, it feels in the grip of the sun

he licks the riffs, the melodies identify sounds of today's treasure exquisitely advanced just to me i'm into something good, 🥂 tchin-tchin! you know my name, you called me in your dreams…

his lips, in a flash, got stuttered at the threshold of my lips 𓇼 and yet, his love, — meticulously, it rushed straight into my heart 𓇼 passionately and elegantly, and, fast and furious, he took my longs 𓇼 chic, he sowed, on the velvety skin of the love I am, — his love

[loving you, it doesn't mean to please you for I won't; I will not grace you for you to be happy with me] daily to see my reflection on your blade before of awakening my flame… it's a fight… fight if you want to devour all my burning with passionate desires happiness operates so; this entity loves to see you suffering first… then comes…  comes in small doses and explodes in apogee under crackling kisses… [loving you, it doesn't mean to please you for I won't; I got skills to do much more; I'm songs lyrics' fever]

today, [ᵀᴼDʳᵉᵃᵐAᵇᵒᵘᵗYᵒᵘ], I rose up in the hug of your noble poetry... first stanza kissed my eyes making them splendidly to gleam the second stanza fed my body incanting me with luring caresses third stanza hummed to me with grace, all your wolfishly desire fourth stanza played to me suavely what we will do when we will do provocateur, your flawless sonnet loves loving me... in my originality

i’m the kiss of beautiful dreams, — i’m the duchess with the drug of love on my lips, — i’m the sacrament of tender gestures and luminescence of eyes’ susurration, — i’m chiseled by his envisions vibrating not only in my heart but in any paradigm, — i’m the goddess of goddesses, — his… i am the splendor of an ending, a beginning... i'm his formidable mood

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