Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

silent love letters arouse soul's music around at kiss a.m. upon the sky, a bird chirps suavemente, — no limit to my love i'm as winged as her, i love smoothly… at a dream's degrees  to say it [isn't comfy] so i'll have to say i love you in a song

because your mouth was evoked in deities' elixir to devour the ambiance of grapes' quintessence, the stars, clandestinely, bathed me in your dream your lust, like the night's skin, seduced my psyche by summoning my longing from your outer space boned with the rage of your love's vestige for me i'm not me anymore, for i'm attired with your soul, my heartbeats vibrate in the pockets of your heart, time sealed us with a kiss to bud on poetry's alley‥

One day, we'll meet on the 13th line, page 31, chapter, — love's philosophy. The author has pictured us in a dispute about whose missed the other more. To get any reply, get the melodic book and let the emotion run inside your mind. I bet you'll be impressed by how a hug and a kiss can heal the longing's pain. I can risk you'll get caught in birds' trill, and you'll feel the budding flowers' scent. A magic cosmos will be shown to you, to laugh, to cry, to spy on toward new I. Its energy will feed you, will ravish you, will make you wish to dance with me. Nanosized, you'll live me in a lot of bios. Out of one, I was sent here to love you.

play loud to me, extravagant man let your divine fantasies interact the aesthetic of their susurrations let 'em run exclusively in my mind my equilibrium will get palpitating shoved by the vociferation of lusts subtly, my tactics will get you tingle driving you to seal them with a kiss

she left me waiting smooth with the deadly sin and with bone-lazy words' fragrance vectored onto moon's shafts she left me long for you, — this enigmatic lady fantasy with her so long discussions, and with the wrong divinity she left me to induce woman's grammar that I am in the breath's exponent of man's grammar that you are she left me to let you to do me to do you a holiday with my love's damnation from cellar to end floor of lust she, through its classless act took my hell by ceding it to you, you, from a mythical realm where always, i'll defy to come

geeking away with the fairies through her exquisite playlist he channeled on a star from one life's fantasy of his slyly, he thrust star's claws into the liver of her night and then in her teal-hued eyes that have kept her apart that's the reason why he got in her lust's chemical compound tactfully inlaid and assimilated by his love for her in his odyssey

onto the sun's shoulders is smoldering your longing some kittenish clouds succeeded in tempering it down, much closer to earth on sea's spine skates the lust and right just like I love you passion's flood surfs thrilling [to rule the world… …to change the sin] it undid its clunk, a dream calling me out, calling you in

the eyes of my moon it looks for you everywhere; she longs for you, too … don't turn back to me; the love I give isn't for you, — she heard you mumbling … surely, her love is single monster that moon knows hid inside your bed … heartfelt, you'll be asked why don't you tell me the truth kept on the blind side … like an ancient one and somewhere, miles from nowhere, you wait for me still

don't come any closer, — i'm your worst bad friend that's gonna seduce you till will synchronize your dream's heartbeats with my freedom's throb whispered touchingly in the night's left ear lord and master sun devoured by loves' tint volatile, the mystic night, kissed around day's ankle, it sealed up the moment with a swanky smile kind

scintillations of my eyes, — a subtly slyly giggle tongues' interconnection, — the lineament of a kiss a tender slap on posterior, — a bonbon, stolen by you splitting something unique, — a magic look of your lust confidently, I dare to feel it, — love lives in my dreams' ville

To some extent, between ballasts and luxury sides, sit the feelings. Feelings in brute shape, which to be expressed must be chiseled. Chiseled by one who loves to claim deep answers, artfully poetized. Poetized, a tongue wetting lips, a gaze to other lips that focus on me. On me, if they want to be heard or long to be kissed [7 seconds to decide] Decide at once, till the phone rang and like a tableau that feeling got hung at thoughts' degree rank.

I am the title of the poetry the argument of the essay I'm glazed in a prose style with one's poetic essence I start when the page ends to navigate into your mind I'm like the morning coffee and blood-red wine at night I am the symbiote of loves and as time goes I'm newer I am recited and compared in any trope that's fathomed I am a timelessly kind one living an infinite of feelings I do the best in all I do about offsetting art into a flawless •••• it verbalized Moon to the Sun in a Bohemian dialect marveling themselves why you still don't know my name

with hesitation, a desire flickers and melts as fast as candles wax i guess the longing was too much to face the love tween both of us seemed as if it craved to watch us walking out through dreams' daily as if aimed to take a chance on me as if aimed to take a chance on you as if "take a chance" is a code for us

on the dreams' alley my thoughts levitate smoothly discords are absent there, love flies to me like the one high plains drifter who has ghostly shapes in the pics' language our feelings are narrated the music translates 'em

like apples' flowers transiting to ripened fruits, her boobs swing, as if they have a fancy for stirring his desire… his mad lust understands, unlocking the thrills played in his eyes, [...as if his lips savor her ripened fruits already] dreams an apple tree on the skin of the twilit sky as its flowers blossom with dopamine, like the chic smile of her like the sly gaze of him

shines the whispers' lights, like dawn's beads, festooning promptly, love's echo, seduced and flung out from the neck of the sun's first thrill poeticized by the zenith of an endless longing thru a window's fissure of dreams' kitchenette sings chic, the thoughts in the mind's boudoir, using decency's taste, anointed in sin's crème, fine impregnated in a strawberry aroma's tale and cherry, adorned in tiny champagne collars thru an enamored soul consumed with desire dance the words on the canvas of the feelings adjusted by the contour of eyes' colors palette, like dawn's beads shine in the whispers' lights, like the thoughts sing thru the mind's boudoir, like the words dance on the canvas of feelings thru a shining Monday to rouse Tuesday's voice while Wednesday, so strange, allures the mood because Thursday's a hot comrade of the Friday that incites Saturday to inspire Sunday's dream to be, chic while you kiss me in fin...

and if my dreams go insane thru yours, [stay cool], [take no action...], their digestive system is full of poetry with some flowery and fruity fragrance, infused modish with the elixir of love and orchestrated by nature's music, — [weren't meant to hurt you but relax you] but if your dreams go insane thru mine, [stay cool], will be domesticated instantly with some flowery and fruity fragrance, infused modish with the elixir of love, well-orchestrated by nature's music, and… diffused, by my dreams' digestive system [so, hide all medicines, let dreams drive]

a slice of silence it attired the morning sky in summer's avenue my eyes breathe blooms' hue lured by your magnetic love and your tendered smile your silhouette grope in my rinsed soul by a dream scented by your kiss a kiss rocked by moon once... in summer's avenue to forget-me-not

while you breathe my kiss and paints ideas of you and me night scans our sentence our muscles' language are choreographing love and moans with giggles entire universe, à la mode, begs for a place in our league, — (thrills' club) the dreams have visions following us wherever are these thoughts of you scanned by the night… with me… [through any sentence] [where you breathe my kiss]

i roused up in the rain's melody orchestrated in DooWooDooWoo of thunders and flashes instantly, a Mirabelle tree blossomed while the sun has dripped out its golden ink on it a mild scent compassed in an arch of colors, surrounded, spectacularly, my chic boudoir‥ the spring laughs with bouquets of summer, [life's essences have better fantasy than mine]

the gaze runs with velocity wanting to comprise everything own eyes seek the analogies with the own inner augur and from all beauties bedded around there, the soul scores, — the dreams' generous steam in the naturalness of a smile […to feel more / with less] [tween actions] …as it's perceived half on house, or half outside out of a time, or to another time [does lucidity rely on the other who wants to conquer without defeating] the impact exposes the parade in color, — madness is a natural existence …and on this threshold is just one fantasizing, or [abandoned in own self]

the irony of fate is dipped in memories; hereditary pains are felt deeply in time; so many similarities, and yet different; relatedness transpires out of one being, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent] the tear from an eye is a quintessence; the tear from the other eye, it's voodoo; the sighs are the utmost uttered feelings of each molecule running with the truth, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent] each second is watching for any gesture; the location respires the entire decor; the thoughts travel through pictograms drew by the vapor of some mixed savors, [tucked smoothly in a BZD smile's scent]

if my words are too difficult for you to understand, it's cos the sun of my nights shines brighter than yours and the scent of my smile has costumes the days if you got auditory hallucinations, it happens because leaves' rustle and flowers got the name of my joy, and  their music, in a snazzy dialect, plays chic in my realm masterminded and so naturally actioned in everything, choreography and orchestration are freestyle, as I am, expertly folding the ambient noise of whatever moves thereby, it's no wonder as you to feel me untouchable, for wherever you gaze, the view is painted by my soul, and each step you do has the gentleness of my pulse charming, I live life, [one which I wish you to feel it too]

my blood is kerosene with din, my soul screams out for love; the longing twined up my liver, spleen got curled into my ribs; your scent walks thru my veins, maddening my navel, inciting it; my shadow, dehydrated, howls as my eyes and lips feel so, too; even the hope, frank·ly, it hums to me, [your mood is my mood]

hauntingly, a pen's romance hums along of a moment, (expected and unexpected) its ink is your air like perfume of my smile smoothly abandoned on the skin of your eyes all senses are anesthetized, just to fall asleep in your mind with the one you love time shows a dream, aroused to get barricaded in a fated cosmic love... (because) everything's written in a multiverse of a celestial body with a metabolic uniqueness this has the sin's savor, and sin has love's savor and love's savor is abstract, (asks to be lived)

your butterflies lie nested in my whispers …but those whispers are like a satiny feline …with faultless grace scratch you and bite you attack the immune system of your hopes make you drink potions fermented tactically in the cup of love written by the eyes who love you […by the eyes you love]

it's cold in one's soul (in its northern side), it's a tough blizzard ⋯ a predictable hunch clouded its eyes' sky, and frost, deafened it ⋯ if it tries to say some, its words… get frozen ⋯ whispered a snowdrop, on bloodbath of March

I stretch my hands out, — unscrupulous, I hug you, [it's all I can do] words might sound deaf but from the bottom of my heart are uttered to you sentimentalist, all I know is how I feel, — searching for my love thanks to love's 24-carat, nothing ever can't split it, nobody ever can't exile it

i was poisoned by tenderness with the elixir of a haunting kiss its curse, sits ghostly doodled on all walls of the Château d'If there, longs don't dance anymore but sing (…along with sea's smoke veil) so don't try uttering its saga, for, it'll rein you to a smile, and wink

take the whispered words from the thoughts of my lips, kissed in dreams' symphony with love's key at rainbow's power to heal those too tired of you

from the navel of the sky from the navel of the stone from the navel of the sea i really dunno from where... but it appeared instantly your thoughts' reflections straight inside my glass... your hugs' whispers, came like a trotyl inside my dream, so excruciating caressed by the rays of the moon, but so much enough to turn me on to shake my chocolate hills, to make me hum your name and i felt, and my house felt, and the entire universe felt, the moaning of my fantasy, as you were mesmerized it (towards me...) (inside me...) apodictic to model me, with your fangs, paved with desire

the sun swatted the dawn with my smile my smile was belted with the fluffy clouds' skin the fluffy clouds' skin are guarding my dreams dreams have essences, but essences aren't for everyone poetic, through themselves, are in the course of true love

in a cave of trees, identically to Kanzan, (thievishly), robed in a velvety black fur, sits the love 𓇼 with its voice transplanted, it's meowing, while its kitty eyes crave to taste the original sin of my verses' lips 𓇼 nonchalantly, as if i didn't feel it, i pass on, but in reality, passionately, love rips out entire oxygen from my lungs

your words make the dream a kiss on the lips of the night, portrayed by honey thoughts of my writing your soul's visions, comb with style the sleep's dream into a chic attire, — it whispered to me morrow's poetry, hallucinatory excited to be your gift

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 [ah‧ah] [ah‧yeah‧uh], played on repeat even the bis, in 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 credit for. So hold your head up high, as I did/do.

like honey, flows smooth off 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 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for summer, and it doubled my love 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for autumn, and it doubled my joy 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for winter, and it doubled my dreams 𓇼 lend me your voice, — i asked for all seasons, and doubled their gift to me 𓇼 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, or the sun's fruit, having lips honeyed, 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; i was loving insanely, your light shine in and meanwhile, love burgeoned into me; its scent is spread up thru 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]