while winter roamed... quieted, thru the wind have budded snowflakes refreshing my smile, but the sky got roughly jealous when their joy sprang in my blue eyes

with the prelude… into B-flat to final chord into G-sharp, his lips with mine got in duet with lust pulsation in high-C and kiss's riff on radio waves, we laid a full climax instant oh yeah, suit of desire's thrill played on repeat, hued in bis-es of B-flat, G-sharp and high-C

birds' chirps, fall and climb playfully, at my window, cheering winter's breeze good mood caught me too, – guess someone opened its wings  to catch me when I fall

24/7 young and beautiful equipped with love's ember, my words' scent artfully prepossessing and chiseled in scintillating riffs, it benefits daily thru trysts on the writers' alley at the artists' club, located somewhere by the sea… by the lake… between sunrise and sunset that's why a few jealous ones don't rain with applauds on my poems' parade, that's why i know object to it, turning their actions in profit, that's why, i, as an alpha rider, i ride their nerves at maxim, that's why i'm surrounded just by nerds who rule the world, 24/7 young and beautiful equipped with love's ember

(your gaze), (got down slow at my book's shelf), (stirred by lust, leafed... my diary) 𓇼 (enriched with yearns), (my words' soul), (breathe out vitamins, to… breathe in… your love…) 𓇼 warm lips of some song, knitting in our apogee, sketched, at once, our world

last night, your crazy love's words leaped toward my dreams' hour   i felt 'em nested into music notes through the pockets of my heart both, the love's words and dreams took the pulse of our sky’s shred to feel you to feel me thru any day

life, with its sentimental structure, rolling in the smile of the sky, fine mesmerized by dreams' aroma with glimmers of a torrid summer, it got painted with my lust for you, today — year - 2022, month - 01 la vie, avec sa structure sentimentale, roulant dans le sourire du ciel, très bien hypnotisé par l'arôme des rêves avec les lueurs d'un été torride, c'était fardé avec mon désir pour toi, — aujourd'hui — année – 2022, mois – 01

We met at one of the social media’s peripheries. Our manner of talking and joking, provoked, to some, (instantly), to accuse us of a crushing infatuation… (Hilarious, isn’t it?), when all we’d got in common was just something music we shared at a time… • Nothing was manipulative or false, to get judged‥ Our deeds were spread through drops of eloquence, philosophy, math, or pics, well attired in words’ art, sculpted by sounds, colors, dates of days, raised at the lyrics’ power through their wise, epic movement. • Thereby, those touches created the audit of memories I've credit for. So hold your head up high, as I did/do.

vine-like, flows smoothly from your amorous lips' wings, your kisses… through me

photoshopped poem, penned curly wild effect font, words' perspicacity

from the bath of time, tranquil, it looks out for me, lovey-dovey tales

it hatches my longing on the mount of a cloud, somewhere, right on its ridge patiently, it gazes quietly to a path, lighted by stars, wanting to catch, the echo of your steps at once, a hush river's scintilla, throbs, thru the cloud's eyes, voicing up its color's scent on my waiting's silhouette and i recognize kisses… i recognize touches… i recognize you recognize (…i'm in your mind)

did we meet before getting born when our bodies hadn't any shape, i wondered did you promise me you'll find me, or I swore to you, I'll wait for you, i wondered, again and why i'm keeping do it to it still, i really don't know  (maybe you didn't find me…), (maybe i didn't wait for you…), (as you promised) (as i swore) maybe our intentions got vapourised, taking by selves a shape of their own… maybe

The Winter's Holiday to carol you with joy. Christmas Eve's day to deliver your wishes. a New Year's knapsack full of prosperity. a 2022 year stuffed with healthiness and money. Food and booze on each family's table. Peace and Love be celebrated daily. Happiness to Anyone. (Leave naughtiness to Me) 🎄 Merry Christmas Joyeux Noël Χαρούμενα Χριστούγεννα Buon Natale Crăciun Fericit Frohe Weihnachten Feliz Navidad メリークリスマス

quiet, thru the gaze of an albatross, i'm gonna get to you, then, playfully, i will hug your skyline, you to burst with joy, i, to take what i deserve, (your love)

lend me your voice, — i asked for spring, and it doubled my scent • lend me your voice, — i asked for summer, and it doubled my love • lend me your voice, — i asked for autumn, and it doubled my joy • lend me your voice, — i asked for winter, and it doubled my dreams • lend me your voice, — i asked for all seasons, and doubled their gift to me • freed in a deep blue skill, i make you feel real, and yet, never enough, you summon me inside you

nights fly in sky's geometry, licking my nerve, you, to shine like stars, through my mental picture polite, from sleep's playground, you do to me, with your sensual intents attached the bedding of dreams likewise, the days navigate thru cosmic colors' equation, justifying why you feel my scent through your mind trips consumed with desire for you, i get intercepted pirouetting, while my thrills are rustling in your pulse… (lunatic)

today's poetry found me traversing in new confessions of the happening for i am, so-so loved, so-so idolized, so-so kissed, hugged, and so fulfilled the noblest smiles are always here, next to me, so encouraging, so skilled, oxygenating any story i breathe daily, keeping buoyant love's blaze, intense so if i feel as if i am the moon's flower, the sun's fruit, having mellifluous lips, blood hot, inspiring any celestial body to get in, it's only because of this day (D13), (tchin-tchin 🥂 à la  ᵏᴼᵏᴼ‧‧‧ 💕) a manner illustrated to live without fear, smartly, confidently, for happiness is, I

from the paradise you are, — sings the song you listen to, in my crazy pen… it sewed your thrill with mine, letting my poem howl out  joy and to kiss you… plus, it adorned your fancy's club, you to dance me, to savor me on your soul's table… Hᵐm‧‧‧ i love quantum physics

i'm walking barefoot, through the dew of your words, of your visions seeing you smiling, — instantly, your goodness gets inside me feeling you gazing at me, — love shines on my skin my thoughts, — paradoxically, become shy and gentle sunsetter, — my emotions' climate, my essences... (can't be defined) i love… who are you... (no one knows...), yet, to satisfy any curiosity, i whisper, — (i love in a foreign language...)

my legs got tightened up, got crossed, got rigid, they forgot what is flexibility my joint got fettered in the sky's shred of your thoughts, when you kissed me in me was in a flash the ± ∞ °C degrees; i got freezing and melting in your arms the sound articulated by my entire body g ot last forever in the grip of your longs universe was listening to my confession; loving you madly made your light shine in in the meanwhile, love burgeoned into me; its scent is released through all of my pores the cold is felt warm, warm is felt good; i feed myself never enough, but i'm lively full of love, i dance and travel wherever; something on me has the pulse of yours

if you are not loved as you want to, — blame it on me if you miss fame, fortune, money, power, — blame it on me if the sex isn't as much as you'd wish, — blame it on me if you have nothing to drink or to eat, — blame it on me if you lost your soul, you still got time to blame it on me to any problem you might have it, go on, — blame it on me i'm here for any of your complaints, — so blame it on me after all, it was my mission to do my best, me, to be blamed, — you, to be happy, — (once… at least…)

i roused up at the dawn's blossoms hour right when the moon and stars got dissolved in the picturesque caresses of the sun… on sky's beach, seduction got back to blue, the rays of our first dreams dance on the lips while smiles make a move to cheery season today, my mood has...the color of your heart

when you're with me, poetic, the universe, feels the texture of cherry's flowers scent when you're with me, love's climate takes the shape of your soul, — not of your face when you're with me, the blood of dreams throbs in me (with you adoring me saintly) when you're with me, implies incantations, it means to always have you, lover of mine

your lips on my lips normalize glycemia; freedom falls tonic… it's hotter than your instincts in the minute of your love…

a ball that's been rolled in the grove of stars trodden by a strawberry rain, it accompanies summer's ambiance 𓇼 its aura, embroidered with romance, confesses in the middle of the night who hoodoos me who hoodoos you 𓇼 the moon, mysteriously, smiling slyly, classy has rolled our name on our lips, bragging about love's bijou we master

your lips have set up the hour when you want to be kissed and by who but my mouth, — imposter, — unpredictable… kiss you now to steal your sleep basically, recidivist as you know, in the prison of your mind, i'm locked i'm locked and i'm boiling, — i'm boiling and steaming, arousing each thread of your dreams

when morning got woken, — i was sleeping 𓇼 when i've got wakened, —  i was dreaming still 𓇼 dreamily, — i'm loved by you... (hypnotic) 𓇼 we're savored in our cosmic lechery's rustles 𓇼 we make it rain in unison the joy, we correct nothing, (we're in)

if i were your jukebox, experiment me beautiful 𓇼 when you put your token inside me… be imaginative 𓇼 pay attention to any figure of speech and tempo 𓇼 i'll make you bleed till you'll ask for transfusion 𓇼 playful, with rhythm and soul, i'll rock you till i fresh you 𓇼 tactic, it's my nom de plume, the new bad habit, [the game] 𓇼 anything's possible… if you could eliminate, — the if

i put on my lips the vitamin, — Kiss; all of me is vitaminized with you; the metaverse moves my thoughts smoothly,  contouring so your nanoseconds in my hope; in passionately torrent, you're plunging, I'm plunging; together we're bathing in love's light;

few epileptic thoughts plunged through my morning quietness i raised up my eyes, — the time was there, watching what I'll do and i got lost in love's grammar with you so high and lonesome with me barefoot in your soul dancing bohém, a gypsy dance

your kiss is the season when my wounds get better that's why from my soul's sky snows snowflakes of happiness

irregularly moaning… [mine] naked body, groggy campfire, [in eyes' bedding of yours…] [i touch myself...] — your gaze is tripping in mine… [insane…] love's looking for us… [not us] famished, we crave for… more any thrill, any nerve, is unbolted [it's your turn], [touch yourself] [inspire me…] [that's the dream which danced in my mind…] [a wish seen at 11 past the hour]

My eyelids are the most faithful mirror where I can see myself. So I closed my eyes. You were there…

you have no idea how many languages speak my soul how many translations makes my mind how many loves, i loved how many loves loved me and how they got old, — coquetting with the future... [is golden] you have no idea how my fragrance splits their thoughts kissing their dreams, provoking their pulse, their smile, their heartbeats to flee out of troubles or any other pressure, [you haven't, have you?] — [neither do i...]

hunger hurts, — especially the hunger for love (yours…) i tried even some courier platforms, — (you weren't on their menus) and i feel as if this longing (for you), it metamorphosed… (into a monster) (like a parasite, jumbles me…) lord how i'd wish this burning gets into you, too

look at me now, — devour me, — rock your love on my lips ⋯ their savor tells you to tell me in the language of longing accented by a predatory dream the manner you feel me...

The fireball caught a demon camouflaged into Grandes Oreilles, thru morning's eyelash. Sinfully, a phone's ring, stabbed the silence making me stutter some not-so-cheery words. Attracted by cadence, nobody anticipated what I'll be writing about, as the music flows. Moon's hiccup, in nocturnal choreography hardened someone's lips to don’t bring me down. On trees, bloom a verse, inked, (for curious' eyes). And you? You smile, [translating, calm, my light].

How tall is the grass cultivated by your brush on my fantasies' canvas, [it's an enigma] How many parties of colors got diluted with your rave in my thoughts' water, [it's swanky sin] How much joy brings to your air's ankle, when my wild blue eyes step on it, [it's atmosphere]

when the day's completed, i give it soul, i give it light, i give it wood blue's scent i allow Clapton [do his job], so tenderly to sigh to me, — [who's… wonderful tonight] ad interim, i do nix but sip a dominant red glass, which gracious, kicks up my heels

the woman in me isn't arrayed; looks for you, not as you think; at whatever hour, she's assisted by a tonic, [coffee or something] the woman in me, — smilingly, adores to make dinner plans; it's one of the benefits of being an absolute fantasist capable to sneak you where she longs the woman in me... seductively, will not try to tempt you, giving booze, food, love, and so on; yet you'll wish imprisoning yourself in her life, in her dreams, into all the woman in me... is cleverly sly, is cynical happy, is hurting no one; beware what you wish or ask for; hating to love her isn't an option; the woman in me might not joke the woman in me is felt, isn't seen, it looks for you, not as you think; yet, at whatever hour, she's assisted by a tonic, [coffee or something]

it was a box... for memories... (the wild ones) they said, — (aloud...) (looked like some smiles) an echo of the eyes, — (somebody specified) it was, and it's so effusive,  (the glint of life), said others (some wrote about it...), (some made a film...), — i heard 'em mentioning, — (some do it), still… (into your mind...)

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