Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

he loves to swim and play, inside my bowl, [a chic crepuscular district i built for him] he did himself a petite dream... Livestream to prove [he's best expert in hide-and-seek] he has no seasons... [eats one time per day], i never saw him sleep, not heard him speak he has a stylish part of giving kisses, subtle, he's happy... [nobody's prettier than him...]

don't you turn your back at once just because, i crayoned my poetry with my lips, with my teeth, with my tongue, moistened in my mentholated saliva... but better venture yourself into it bringing up all your lovely emotions letting light in…

it was the day I forgot my phone, [premeditated], at a location on the rim's seafront, exactly as I plotted, meticulously, with my silences, with my hopes,  but with not my vows, only to trap you in my hook; like a sea dog lured in sirens' song, [you came…], you came and obeyed to my little things wrapped into savaged scents, — [since then]

if it'd been to sing you a song it would spring up in your pen, the furrows of elegant caresses that'll get me to slip smoothly at the lodge of your heart, just to get me nested in it... untold if it'd been to sing you a song it would roll thru a radio station lost somewhere but still able to keep our fragile connection exact as were our ideas of fun, like Louis & Thelma hazarded if it'd been to sing you a song... it'd be one, as we have been... deep and blue, and bizarrely, moony and sunny, and nomad dear and psycho... and lifelike, as a sigh thru a story, [hearty]

it fell the love in its knees, thanking me for the manner I crayon it it stamped the moment, the happiness and... [my fantasies came to life] any pains, worries, and fears got drifted in nothingness, letting light in choreographed by earthly passions, I'm glorified stylishly in a healthy splendor my smiles cast out the debilities of some who reproachfully stare at my colors' tempo I'm the music's realm, I'm the party's altar, ready or not, welcome to me, — soul

it has meowed my mind and barked my soul but you've been deaf... [you've been deaf then] [you are still deaf, now] in vain, the moon and sun swam in your waters to set up longing's portrait in your imbecility, [just you] [only you], couldn't feel it so i fell to my knees and built my own realm and my waters are wine and the fruits give milk and flora/fauna sings and the time is the dreams and humans are stars and the kisses are the breeze and the touches are essences and i am what i want...

i threw on you, shallow words rolled in spells spells moistened and molten in my stellar dust stellar dust congested with my romantic mantra mantra coagulated into my dreams' silhouette dreams' silhouette baked in your love's hunger love's hunger in which you believed that i believe not

I took your senses' seeds and planted 'em in my lawn 𓇼 I gave 'em shapes and colors in an inexplicable mystery 𓇼 I enriched 'em with bouquets of queer dreams and delights 𓇼 everything I am, I'm ecstasy folded in your love's drops 𓇼 history isn't startled at all you were meant to my power

the summer night sprinkles lavishly sugar dust on the spikes of your fantasies so rare ripened in the oven of my lust to make them ambrosial i can feel the shining rustle from their soles until beyond the sweetness' sphere of the connection worn in a golden chariot of our multiple miracles and you bathe with me in the season of the peach out of the time's womb [while me, i'm lovin' you]

you, in any of my thoughts, kill the silence with the jaw of the fantasy; the light of your vocalizes fills the darkness making saints and devils tremble; hidden behind a mask, everyone omits how fragile you are, [hero/antihero at once]; like an insane wildish force of sea's vortex is your character acting in the love's name; and is, and is not revenge, and is, and is not  justice, but just your elixir, quelling a gaffe;

every morning, before sniffing out the day's whispers, I'm taking first, my adrenaline's dose, [as usually] 🫧 the sun, the chirping of the tiny sparrows, the breeze of the sea, try impressing my windowpane 🫧 each of them takes care of any part of me, improving magically, my coiffure, my eyes, my mood 🫧 the hugs, the kisses, the innocent giggles, are advanced by love's light that loves bathing in me...

come... — catch out my poetry's nipples with the island lips of yours suck out of it... the rain of my emotions announced in the forecast of love any dose will transfer in you the energy from the nest of my stars the molecular activity of my atmosphere is gonna erect your hemisphere our happiness from the present of now will immortalize any picture falling down  the vapors of our passion will sign with pseudo name, — [end of the world]

my thrills are dancing with my muse in the ink's spell the ink's spell is choreographed in my fantasy's arena my fantasy's arena is titled, — un p'tit je ne sais quoi un p'tit je ne sais quoi is the meaning of the one I love the one I love bears the essence of my dreams' attire dreams' attire was designed me as a dangerous woman dangerous woman for some, — black sheep for others

from the immensity of sins committed in the witching hour, i will call you to lead you into the abyss of my immortality; there, i'll revive you from verses as my muse which you are from the thoughts of any poem penned, only you'll know my cruel curse that empathizes with all your inside burning, enough to bloom in you the lure of my seductive perfume from any sheer feeling, if any moment will get you bored, i will feel you flowing in me, and i'll take care to inject you with my nasty blood, till reborn in you, my emotions' spark

all my longing for you had started arguing with me, but you came... [the meeting with you stopped it...] in my modern loneliness, your whisper is like a violin whose strings only I can touch 'em, to calm me down any of my worries get metamorphosed in a sweet thrill as your lips slip on my skin's skin to spell a new song in your arms, my love for you is lyric; any radio station, in my deep blue galaxy, plays continuously its hit …and i'm not dreaming, but if i'll do, don't wake me up

arise sun's light to ignite the moon [together…] [at once…] [randomly…] the whispers' buds ripple sublime in my dream's peak with your scent your scent is willing to align itself like stars listening to my lust's navel my lust's navel whistles chicly for the priceless joy in the bed of romance [romance is me…] [wanting is you…] [velvety…] [sexy…] and [mannered…]

there it is your longing, — it's written deeply on my skin with lust's igniting ink kept in your mouth's container; the nibs, — your lips have harvested radiant thrills planted fluently by my sighs in any intense apogee; our love seduced the music to listen to us, — you and I are an inciting icon mirrored in all universe;

i love… [i said...and didn't finish] i love… [i heard you saying, too] but what i love differs from anything you thought i love and you love too… seems that coincidence it plays with the delusion; we only uttered an identic word… what discrepancy called out synchronic, — a love… so closer to a love…

my eyes sketch noise scream, — come, love the mouth bites dreams salivates, — sip my kiss the body writes poems the mind, — gymnastic i long... i'm in... i need... instant, you decode me translating my physic narrating me exquisite while others read still you resolved my puzzle lonely means intimacy with lost mind inherently or as everybody knows‧‧‧ it's a Fʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ.ʸᵒU.Cᵃⁿ'ᵗ.Kᵉᵉᵖ.

unhurriedly, a murmur flatters my eardrum, stirring up inside me an insane appetite [of him] [and he knows…] [and he doesn't stop…] he persists to tender my nerves delicately cooking 'em better with butter, fancied well [expertly…] [to me…] ✶ [head up], [I talked enough]; [what about you?] [truth] or [run run run], [god only knows where] ✶ [just the same, you'll get back into my arms...]

my technology with his methodology hot sexology pfft, love's poetry devil's musicology omg's psychology mesmerised... [both] thru focus... -ology in art's symbology

when longing transfers my needs others new longs lie down again cos you inked on my smile's skin everything you adore about me across the borders in elixir's truth you're in my mind even if i think that you have vanished a little bit wrapped into a shushed juncture but what to see, you're grazing me with lust sipping my drunken dream dancing freestyle in a desire's room you[kissing me] me[touching you]

his pictures have the tempo of the songs, because, he said, [that’s what love's about] 𓇼 look for 'em, his visions said, there is a light, even when every side seems black as night 𓇼 a color felt your spirit, flamboyant, he said, why do you think my camera's addicted to... 𓇼 you are the spicy smile to my melancholy, at my question, you're the answer I avoid it 𓇼 you're any present I exist, [endless desires], (he said to me), and me... I did a new playlist 𓇼 nobody's lonely; music's a sincere audience

the breeze of love, screaming pleasure, are the words from my bed of dreams in the clear seconds of my ritzy coffee at the shore of my sea, honeyed wildly with your barefoot smile into my mind, because my name on your lips calls me, [she's fire...] and your soul, [i need you]

i live in the republic of music in the metropolis called, — art to get to my habitual' address look for the writers' boulevard it's right beyond printing house at intersection of poetry's alley the bird's-eye view is splendid just close your eyes to feel it

[are scintillating] the summer's earrings in the altar of the wind where my dream loves to rise and slip like the poetry in motion [it's sparkling], even the heel of the time, while it melts arrogance with the sheer light behind my eyelids  coordinated by the echos' bible [with every single ray], here we go again, shoved by our longings' particles, so-so hungry for smoky desires, [drawn…] by love with love… again and again

savor me utterly, — (i smell like spring flowers) direct your lips tenderly on my tender grapes; paint your fire on my being, — [mhm], (unleash it) set your sanctuary into my scorching shelter; let the words be your hands preaching desire... yes, from my flowery twig in your sacred scent;

in an antagonistic dream [refined] between time and space [quoted] a coffee's steam has slid furtively to one of my anesthetized shades 1stly, it combed my untamed spirit  2ndly, it woke my naughty smile 3rdly, it adjusted my breath to [his] [all the others came naturally…]

late last night, (ingeniously), i peeked at the moon; its persuasively sound opened the window of some of my thoughts; the view was mystique and magic... it stirred up in me an inelegant lust to take a walk on its secretive alleys protected by longings; so i left my thoughts to tread on the moon's realm but not before sewing up at my ethos's collar, a necklace with the gems' jewelry of your lovely miracle, [baby]

among words' space,  a spirited symbol converts a thought among words' space a spirited sign pollutes the vibe of a rhythm among words' space a spirited attitude, it settles the throb among words' space a spirited opinion might matter or not might be sad but true

my poetry, — [it has no words] but feelings and emotions [and eyes] [and jaws] [and skin] [and pulse] [and blood] [and soul]; my poetry, it is a being, — [it lives], [it cries], [it smiles], [it bleeds], [gets thirsty and gets hungry], [it's free and prisoner at once]; my poetry is going up and down, [it sings and dances, and it draws]; [it's what one wants and even more], [it sneezes, whistles and it sails]; my poetry is virgin and is vampin' [it pleases any pleasant pleased]; [it's sin and innocence], [it's wolfing] it's animal of you, it's sensual of me.

love is food [I feed you] l'amour est nourriture [je te nourris] 𓇼 love is a scent [I perfume you] l'amour est un parfum [je te parfume] 𓇼 love is music [I sing to you] l'amour est musique [je te chante] 𓇼 love is a feeling [I live it] l'amour est un sentiment [je le vis] 𓇼 daily I wake up to be rebirthed in dreams tous les jours je me réveille à renaître dans d'autres rêves 𓇼 in my dream, reality is you, [love] dans mon rêve, réalité c'est toi, [l'amour] 𓇼 this insatiable passion it feels like summer... cette passion insatiable ça sent à l'été... 𓇼 touch me ... breathe me ... [birth me...] touche moi... respire moi... [naissance-moi...]

my fingertips love you why do you think they pencil you? my mouth is enamored why do you think has tacked your name on it? my eyes dream of you why do you think they're laughing? my mind and soul hum a melody why do you think my blood is dancing? the saints and the devils worship me why do you think they bow down in front of the devotion that I wear it for you? [they never found someone to love as I love you they know I'm unstoppable]

your words kissed the skin of my soul bathing me in the smile of the moment drunk in a dream with wetly warm lips enough to waltz on your river's channel  with an echo of my heart's acolyte, love just as you know my name in my mind's clouds, your lips bite gently the murmur of my touches full of desire with the prayers of the nested caresses in painted splendor by your astral gaze [to feel you] to feel me [not more] not less but to make your body move

the world is dizzy and keeps rolling still 🌹 the hungry people consume only dreams 🌹 a poet paints the words as life should look alike 🌹 dizzy to the brim, i consume and write 🌹 dream a little dream, — let it scream happy… 🌹 [thru you… thru me…]

his fingers drain on the soft skin of her memories his tongue sinks into the viaduct of her mouth a sweet tender tension springs in her elastic universe...   that's all I saw in the promotion last night before a movie start it wasn't bad, but no good either, [my mind got lingers still on ad]

at an ordinary hour, out of the blue, like usually, his thought calls me out my smile, hearing it, sneaks rapidly on the sidewalk of his dream lips' footsteps palpitate red delights with flavors of the strawberry's pith my phone's screen giggles happily, — he longs to breathe me right in a mood he felt me; knows what i'm waiting for at an ordinary hour, out of the blue, [like usually...]

at the last moment, both famished with carnal desire, satiated with longing, we exposed our feelings i let him bite my tongue i let him melt in my burnings i let him quenched in my eagers all night long... all night long is still at this hour [since then...] since then we are like in a pearly nautilus shell... he let me do all that i let him did bleu électrique attiré par le bleu électrique, physique j'entame ma descente, vers le fond, vers l'abysse je descends, toujours, plus bas, vers les étoiles je ralentis le rythme de mon cœur, tête baissée vers le néant   emmène moi, dans la nuit noire, ma place est là un peu plus bas, juste pour voir, jusqu'où la lumière me suivra   attiré par le bleu électrique, mystique  je glisse vers l'abysse, je m'éclipse dans la nuit, bleu marine je descends, toujours, plus bas, vers les étoiles je ralentis le rythme de mon cœur, tête baissée vers le néant   emmène moi, dans la nuit noire, ma place est là un peu plus bas, juste pour voi...

he doesn't criticize me, — he improves the moment by kissing my dreams he doesn't try to change me, — he hums, amused, by the music dialect of my soul he doesn't interrogate me, — he knows to take the answers out of my poetries he appreciates me as i am, — he's a ray of the sun kissing my cheeks... my lips... he's happy murmuring my name letting himself hugged & hypnotized by my stars' net he never rushes me,  he figured out how's the fever of me... [high enough] he loves getting wrapped in attires of my texts, — he's an adorable one, roving through my realm's fire

insanely impulse of meeting you was aroused by the rain's voice in whimpers of a relaxing idea the words of longings plunged in the teeth of love with your bite on the nipples of my wet dreams hearing my soul's echo, your lips erupted on my body, penciling so, between dawn-pink to blue-night the mad impulse of meeting you

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 in the season of happiness where love is siring virgin mood  I feel like a migratory bird playing detached thru the cardinal points like a starman, i pour my placidity to gratify you thru music delights and I stretch and bud and wait for your lips to fill me to empty me to wake me and again to take me back to your untamable dreams

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