your thought never knocks at the door of my dreams... simply gets in, [straight from the night's road famished of me], — naked ‧ undressed, — your shadow models me with temptations, oxygenating me in the arrangements of liquid nights... — multiplied ‧ our perfume, — [the embers of love], increase our temperature... you devour me... I devour you... you breathe me... I breathe you... untamed ‧ from google's navel to specter's navel, we're fairy tales, hypnotized in someone's song out of another one's song, — dancing on the sun

love has the shape of my heart... its dream is to dream my DNA is made from longing's cells... no wonder i push you to live longings but when [and only if] you'll gaze into my eyes, you'll read the gift of them [so full of poems] for love has the shape of my heart and my DNA is made of longings and both have the aim to oxygenate your time [for a while...] [when and only if...]

I've got dreams about you all perverted and penned... [dans la nuit] there... [thru the many moons' eyes] I know nothing else to be... than to be... in a soundproofed mystery I'm enough to deprive you of seeing [me] me as I am... [maybe in a cry for silence] or problematically chuckling [maybe] but I've got dreams... [still...] and there... I know nothing else to be... than to be...

i wait for you to come to me [come...] the soul inside me giggles shrewdly chic [come...] come with the longing to write to me [with your teeth...] [with your tongue...] [with your breath in mine...] [write...] your love's alphabet on my epidermis must stir up delights out of my dreams... [untamed...] be possessed in the passion's bedding so luringly anointed with my suspires [articulated...] you... [to come...] [to write...] [to me...] [demon...] pixilated in endless waves of my climax

loving rolling in longing's province babbling thru corridors of my mind about the love that's gonna gimme, unimaginative romantic caresses caught me in flamboyant thoughts painted by dreams of mr. blue sky in the color of a deep natural blues and the luring thrills of a goodbye with a relish decor of wine and sax

you didn't care if will ever rain as long as doesn't rain with love... due to this, I gave to you rain... architected, sculpted, portraited... till I turned myself into a rain... into a storm... into a hurricane... a typhoon I'll be daily for you with my rain of stars and dreams with my rain of laughs and kisses with my rain of longings blowing on you, exactly as the rain pours for none loves me wet, like you

floating on the caress's wings I'm going to seal into myself, like flowers do at the nightfall scented with my myriad hopes, I'll drive home my thoughts far from this claustrophobic space telepath, kissed by sound's ray, I'll bloom for you daily, my love, to trap you with my blue's spell

i cemented you between the walls of words, paved frenetically in my love's tandem i cemented you with my insatiable longing, sizing you wildishly thru all my poetries i cemented you cooking smoothly, your immune system, the rest came inherently

i tried to attempt not to love you, — i tried to run far, far away from you, and yet, somehow i got misdirected, finding myself led in a magic spell, tactically caressed by your charm, coordinated furtively by passion... [an uninhibited type, winking, chic], everything to look infirm, except the eros... — my incomparably bijou palpable, edible, magnetic... to you, you, warm shadow, you, pecks' thief

in the breath of a buoyant thought, your traces which caressed me softly, are bulldozing now, bestial mirages 𓇼 you walled me in watermelon sugar to look like an altar, where you love to kneel, sniffing thru my laced hints 𓇼 even your oceans gasp inside me, using thrilling brutality of a butterfly, woven with the litany of your teeth

i live like the season of happiness, where love is a siring virgin mood  ‧ i feel like a migratory bird, dégagé playing through all cardinal points ‧ like a stargazer, i pour my placidity, to satisfy you with its musical thrill ‧ and i stretch and i bloom, and i wait for your lips to fill me, to empty me ‧ and, all over again, i am untamable, artfully lured to your wacky dream

I feel as if I'm a fragment from a film where you couldn't wait anymore, too frightened to not lose the longing in semantic stuff of my sins, piled up by your focused eyes in a lens image. 𓇼 I feel as if I'm a split, of not if, but when the sea's foam and the deep blue beads of your sidereal sign will stir fondness with the waves of devotion for all I am treasured and felt in your body et âme.

infuse my blood with your love crowned with the light of tonight furrow my body with kisses and paint the walls of my soul spherical sparks of your touches i wanna feel 'em sculpting me your orgasmic ink i wanna erupt thru phraseology of my fingertips i wanna the rebellious synapses to do us the paradise will's magic

you've been prevented from the start [my heart will trample you...] [softly]; even so, you didn't care and swung in, sabotaging it, begging for my juicy fire to torture you while your wettish lips structured by lust echo, bathed my face, my hands and my metaphorical spaces turning you charming in a tender dance piloted smoothly by the helix of my ink

i put on my eyelids the greeting of sunlight on my lips i put love's compliments I got dressed up in the happiness's attire and i shod myself with the juju of dreams I accessorized 'em with smiles, hugs & kisses my joy took itself liability to bring them to you don't exile 'em... you, spirit philanthropic fly with me into the wild guided by song's visa

i'm immortalized in the picture of your mind moderated by the chic refinement of blues together we have the jazz subtlety contrast painted by the sunlight, thrilled by the moon hypnotized by our view, some got trapped in hoping themselves to have what we got...

my steps sound in the rhythm of your thoughts thoughts that are calling me out in your dreams dreams kissed smoothly on their velvety skin, skin perfumed luxuriously with exotic scent, gently and alluring alluring and charming connected at the voice of a nightingale a nightingale on the fold of stars and moon's wrist, singing singing in its abandon, the pure essence of our carnality

running with the wolves of an exquisite vocabulary, knight of the pen, guided by the religion of music, it springs up somewhere in a spectacular ceremony there, dreams don't frown, because love's structure is painted obsessively about you, about me... both in a white silence splendor, dripping confidently... lust

get your mouth to my left ear kiss the murmurs that it hears at classy hours of inked dreams mildly, put your lips on my thrill, you, full delight in a psychotic ripple savoring a demiurgic bohemian call take a frenetic moment of magic to get slowly drowning in my ecstasy lushly poetized in a renewed burst

your mouth, gee, your lips, stepped tenderly on the soft warmth of my naughty breasts without exaggerating to any piece of them, or to erode them by some means; the humid air of your tongue breathed me, correcting daily... one by one... furtively, my primordial sounds that lured your ego, both of us to consume the moment of love; you didn't do it like me, i didn't do it like you, yet, we merged with each other, passionately, turning us into a structure without rules... we're just painted by the sun arrowed by moon

his hands, — silver cutlery shinning like a multiethnic culture her body, — golden plate on his flowerbed with parrot-tulips their whispers, — regal treat driving 'em to desired fashion menu giggling, — the explosion of their noisy silence confess the appetite of their love

sheepish and fearful, — placed on the rib of a dream, a tree tries to put itself a new suit on its twigs a thread of sand feeling it, it began to wave a poem metamorphosing the view into a palpitating symphony subtle fragrances of the pink magnolias and pines kissed the spring's ambiance budding it in a true story and me, i became warmer listening curiously, its light, orchestrated tenderly by a moaning subtle breeze

your poem... — your poem is a sinless mirror sculpting me all right in an ingenious fairy tale your poem waltzes me on the scene of lucidity using its own rationality to renovate my Eden your poem confers me constellations, sheens, and charming mysteries on full moon's corolla your poem is a sea of wine which kisses me with mandolin's voice in your lumière bleue your poem... — your poem, i'm writing it daily with nights' eyes to dream of me during the day

before poetry, i have dreams with the bare ankles, i have visions with the taste of universe murmurs, i have the morning stars moaning in the greens, i have ears inside my heart that listen to a melody, i have wings mounted at a radio begging me to fly, [and i do it], to get you, flying in ascendant's triad of my sun/moon and starlights, with love's emblem and no fuss, so you can fall asleep and meet me

with kindness, — before to taste you, i tenderized your lips with my lips i left my sweet juice scatters smoothly through the serpentine of your brain patiently, i waited for it, to ascend in the land of your soul to win you fully unbridled, you abandoned yourself to all my will willed, to all my lust lusted now, licentious, my energy controls you you feel me to the bone, you love me

i came & knocked at your door, — [a dream opened it] it had in hand an empty glass... [luckily i brought a bottle of words…] in dream's madness, we tried to juggle with the silence… [silence got drunk], (we fell to sleep…)

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

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 ▫ and yet, his love, — meticulously, it rushed straight into my heart ▫ passionately and elegantly, and, fast and furious, he took my longs ▫ 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