get up, you, the jewel with divine perfume; rise and reveal yourself on the fantasy paths spiced with the nightly romance, smooched with lovely intense velvety vibrations... get up and sips nectar out of a timid beam hidden between some fluffy clouds and the twinkling of the morning dawn on the soul shadow of a starry sky... get up and let yourself be kissed and seduced; (get up...), — get up, it's later than you think... you're under spell of a warm embrace in my penned poem

the faithful shadow of yours is interwoven with mine, — it's following me everywhere

i purified through myself, then i opened the window for you, love... no more knocks for not waking the neighbors... enter directly... color my world

nor even if it's the night, nor even if it's the day don't run... don't run away out of my dreams, — only there can be told what never happened but comes naturally... (to me and you...) contextual

❝ Love came and became like blood in my body. It rushed through my veins and encircled my heart. Everywhere I looked, I saw one thing. Love's name written on my limbs, on my left palm, on my forehead, on the back of my neck, on my right big toe... Oh, my friend, all that you see of me is just a shell, and the rest belongs to love... ❞

— how would you prefer it to be, (younger... older‧‧‧), (you asked) — (‧‧‧distinguished...), (i replied), its ruby of the mature raspberry must vibrate on my lips in the language of Love... — must be… in—ti—ma—te—ly… must be acting in a chronicle which rouses those kinds of emotions... to take you to take me far, far away, there… from where it comes... wrapped in the veil of a kiss... if you could feel what I'm thinking

a fire's burning smoldered between a-rouse out of a dream and another you're given in an absolute lethargy incapable of intervening for a while reputation captured appetite's sense forgetting about commandments for love came here embodied in me, you to get lost in my soul's bouquet

i love you! and not my lips say this but my eyes charged by a light what's not mine but you sent it to me... i love you! and not my lips say this but my hands agitated by a shiver what's not mine but you sent it to me... i love you! and not my lips say this but my soul lit by a fire a fire that burns since you sent it to me... so don't blame me...

full of deep desire, I let my lungs to get invaded with your perfume, while your hands whispered to me on my body, the romance poetries mixed with the unfathomable lust of the real wild child that you are tamed while you wait for my love

love didn't bring me the breakfast in bed but left me to sleep a little more having the care to program some whispers sent with the help of the wind warmed by a few rays of the sun hidden among the tiny clouds which loves to gaze at me walking gallantly through those dreams accompanied by a clink, playful and gently, like a sweet tender kiss, only to provoke me to stretch and to search your hypnotics lure, — quand tu m'appelles‧‧‧

his fictitious gallant being, longs for her nakedness somehow she feels him how his mind rides to her... feels the appetizing show prior to the start of fancy... prior to the wink of the sun in her wetly blue... tempted (addicted), waits for her call in his longest deeply dream

(my spirit) — (longs), (i miss) — (a kiss), — (it's yours), — (gone), — (fruited mind)... (to bring)... (now), (you)... (to me)... (flew)... (far but near), — (to reach)...—  (to touch)... (so sweet)... (it's you)... (a smile), — (your gaze), — (melancholy), (it seems)... — (inside), (a bit), (the happiness)... (i sip), — (slower), — (to guess), — (your thought)... (my dream)... (you, came), — (dishevelled)...

Somewhere, far away, in a hidey-hole of the world, delimited by a lake and a sea is a piece of land where a long time ago, a town has been raised. In that town is a tiny street with only one way out. On that street, at a certain number, is a house. In that house, is a room. In that room lives somebody more or less unknown but who has a few dreams surrounded by a sweetening breeze of memories that tactfully access the happiness' shape. Shape of one who, unexplainable, longs for someone never met…

It was raining infernally... and us... we're doing love at some mansards. Through the windows of the sky, oval-shaped, the clouds had been flowing in the March's. The walls of the room were agitating behind some sketches in chalk. And our souls were dancing into an unseen, out of a concrete world. "The rain will pour on your wings", you said, "And will rain with lump's ornaments on the whole globe, and through the weather". "Doesn't matter", I was telling you, "Lorelei, it rains only on my flight, with the feather...that's all. Then I rose up higher and higher without knowing in which part of the world I left my room. You've been calling me out from behind: "Answer me, answer me... what's more beautiful...? The people...? The rain...?" It was raining infernally, a total madness of rain... and us, we were doing love, at some mansards. I'd have never wanted it to experience the end... never...

You know, isn't it? You know I was conquered by you with your fascinating mind. Deep in my soul, i built daily by myself some reality in a wonderland. Out there, you'll have, as magic shipmaster of my fantasy, a place reserved forever. And I'll taste each shudder. And I'll enslave you deeply and tenderly. And you'll don't oppose. And I'll don't oppose, too, if you'll summon my psyche to connect with yours… all the way.

Do you have any idea how much I want you? Wanting to love you, it's like an extreme sport. Once, it's like skydiving, then like a marathon. Like scuba diving, then like I climb mountains. It's like I'd run and sweat through the feelings with speed on the highway of moments, having more than a hundred pulsations per second, just to cross the finish line together with you, at the same time, in the adrenaline of senses, with all moans of our bodies and kisses, while other peck kisses are for a tiny pause of respiro. Yet for all these, I have to lie, terrified because you'll forget to open the parachute or to swim, assuming it's illusory, love's fine line tween us.

Happiness can be conjugated only in the past tense of a present. Most of the time is just a drop, identically like this moment, lured in a masterpiece and a finesse prepared to be the fragrance kind from a future when your smile will be a reply tied in memories just to ask yourself when and if  have you ever loved a woman, — (and that woman being me…)

you run naked through my mind

mon amour, with you, is alternative math; I multiplied you with essences of my universe; I combined you with all kinds of thoughts; some have the taste of the sin, extracting the radical of a delightful desire found in hypotenuse of an opposite right-angled to obtain the result hidden in an idea with the base on the logarithm of feelings combined with the properties of a soft sound transformed in what has been expected, — an equation of senses which defines love's scent, anesthetizing me with an infinity of challenges hissed by a color, gently placed by you in my soul through your heavenly exponent...

when painters are breathing in the black and white, they do this intentionally, for when you're gazing at me to get what you adore and to hear some paths of my modules hitting you with something subtle identified in my colorful laughter Helloween

❝ I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make your dear voice come alive again?  I have dreamed of you so much that my arms grown used to being crossed on my chest as I hugged your shadow, would perhaps not bend to the shape of your body. For faced with the real form of what has haunted me and governed me for so many days and years,  I would surely become a shadow. O scales of feeling. I have dreamed of you so much that surely there is no more time for me to wake up. I sleep on my feet, prey to all the forms of life and love, and you, the only one who counts for me today, I can no more touch your face and lips than touch the lips and face of some passerby. I have dreamed of you so much, have walked so much talked so much, slept so much with your phantom, that perhaps the only thing left for me is to become a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadow than the shadow tha

I'm gonna love you in a way I never loved, breathless, — you gonna love me searching for me here, there, everywhere, where you think I am, but I am not, — I'm gonna love you in my lunatic thought, through the flying of love with and without wings, — you gonna love me in your imbecility with so much tenderness as you've never loved, — endlessly________

Have you ever been longing for what has been not, for what might have been but it had not? Have you ever been thinking of what it could've been to have what you want to know and to feel? Have you ever got lost between present and past as if you'd know how to write but not so able to dose? Am I still in your mind, as you are on my mind exhausted to look for an easy way out...…؟?

Was only a drink, and my mind climbed on a tiny cloud to listen to your smile with the sweetest tremor of lust murmuring slow an' easy, structurally, (loves interlude), — good night, my love‧‧‧ Bilingual, I whisper to you, — I'm here and everywhere. I'm listening to you... Happiness is a warm gun... Good night.

it flows my mind through my soul, — some days don't start as I want, blaming me for I've chased away the joy, even before to let it in it flows my soul through my mind versed and scintillated enough, dancing with the one who's there, — my baby, — the essential support