should I make myself a coffee or a lemonade should I do what I want now or wait for later should I get to your harbor or to stay in my roadstead should I see each thing in black-white or in colors should I assist myself with a white wine or a white tea should I dress in a well-ironed shirt or in a wrinkled coat should I bet on the winner or to bet on the dreamer should I be your naughty or your sweetie should I wear you in my soul or to hold you in my mind ‧‧‧ well, which choices come online, always come thru you… my love

In your absurd world, I'm not lost, — I'm not lost at all. 🌹 I am adhering to you as you are, — a silent scent. 🌹 You're meandering through all of me until you distill yourself. 🌹 Freely, you make my soul worship to the sky and ground at once. 🌹 I'm possessing altar's place — the sea and the sunshine itself. 🌹 A soft breeze for you to recognize me and me to rediscover you.

i whispered three words stealing so your mannerly thoughts now, a fire burns inside you sustained with my blood's flame you know you can't quench it you're under my spell forever you're the essay inside my odyssey, [you can't hide] i feel everything

Don't look for the synonym of this day. Voluntarily I'm gonna tell you, — it's Love. Definitely, at this moment, you'll check your wristwatch and you'll discover that time shows you the equivalent of my pulse. Your very present invades my space, and exactly now, — your lips beautify my lips conjugating delicately the verb, longing.

I'm going to explain how I stripped you to love you. I metamorphosed you in music to listen to you repeatedly, on my hi-fi system called, — Love. Energy used by Love is not measured in kW⋅h, because it doesn't consume it but generates it. This device that's keeping the whole world awake by itself, decays the distance between me and you, making us as one mind and body, hungry for love. Knows to provoke, with invisible patience, signals duplicated by a sensitiveness sound uttered to dare to say instantly, Baby, let me take you in my arms.

time doesn't matter in the gaze of love when kisses levitate from your lips on my lips as if are a mermaid, — the one roused by you to lead my feelings with gracefulness at the intersection of your mesmerism, where logic is torn and transformed in a wildish passion piloted by your fingers that are swinging on my sizzling hips while your tongue... (ooooh...), your tongue pierces me up and down to fix some parts of my speech... placed, (placed), (in lots of apostrophes)

I love but simply, I don't know if today's love is the same as yesterday, but I can swear, — (without attention to details) that makes me feel as if I'd fly ⋯ I love and I don't know, — why the day of yesterday behaved enormously bizarre and didn't talk about what aptitude it has, when inside me, conceptual, today looks like the old day's one ⋯ I love but simply, I don't know if today's texture will be equivalent to yesterday's, but I'm expecting everyone to handle with time's translation of the adored one's ⋯ and I don't know again, but all of me transpires the colors and enthusiasm,  bearing the diverse passions' silhouettes today... like yesterday... to love... because ⋯ you love but simply, you don't know how heightened love will push you up to fly

close your eyes… count up to ten… i hid my desire disguising it in a dream   will ricochet in you as a whisper you should feel 'it around to yes, please

I don't know what you think about me, but I say with my hand on my fountain that I'm a river. So please, beautifully, come to my riparian valley. Wash your eyes in my water, so you can see me and to see yourself how handsome you are with your timid reflection mirrored inside my stream. Look at me and let me those drops that know how to dance an impeccable waltz with the time, one that reinvents your face in my liquid mirror. For being a river, I ask you to seat on my stones and to listen to about how and who sings to you. Walk with your dry soles in my water, as everyone to believe me, when I'm talking about how perfect is your silhouette but ignores me, cos I don't know if I really want you to swim in me, for I'm so afraid. I'm too afraid I'll stop myself from my own course. So better you taste my water, so I can flow, gently, in your body, upstream and downstream, shaking in you, and, with your will, me to become your font. I don't know what you think

happiness, — a thought... bonheur, — une pensée, — for you... [made for me], pour toi... [faite pour moi], it's a feeling's condition... c'est la c ondition  d'un sentiment and it's sexy... [torrid...], — et c'est sexy... [torride...], — it's a sought-after flavor c'est une saveur recherchée by many constantly, — par beaucoup constamment, superlatively, I loved you... superlativement, je t'ai aimé, did I...? [‧‧‧I wonder...] ai-je... ? [ ‧‧‧ j'me demande...]

My feelings carol you sending sweet love in your blood, unstable as a deep blue sea. My mind navigates like a ship toward you, and your love blows on me a beam touch of your longing, making wonders in me. Your thought got expanded a few seconds prior to my own thought, poised to meet it. There, somewhere, in an amazing province, your fantasy is sailing toward me, tenderly.

Pride has its own talent. Put it aside. Do everything necessary to bloom. Both. Me to you. You to me. Let me hear howling your wolves on my lips while the kisses are spreading love through our blood. In shades of blue, full of dreams, our astral bodies play with fire…

i'm tired of running at the same time to you and away from you to love you, so better come to me and love me too at least until i rest for a while, enough to teach my heart to conjugate you…

In what shades do your thoughts flow to feel the happiness you need? What kind of silence do you prefer for you to be comforted inside? In your mind's room, who's in charge of your own imbecilic mistakes?  I saw you arrayed in sinful's attires. None of 'em didn't camouflage you. And I don't blame you. You're funny and also, bizarre... simultaneously.

Did you ever love someone with interruptions? Now, you have to love me and alike to stop loving me. No, you didn't. You can not. The absence is felt. The aim that you hunt me is that you miss me. A lot. But what kind of fire burns inside me, you don't know. It's so big that not even an ocean can't quench it.

if you will step this way, with your lips slipping on curves of my body like a painter which sweeps gentle tints with its brush on canvas, — i'll see rainbows' spiral, i'll hear stars' magic vibe, i'll feel expert to switch, any astrophysics, says (...), a little monster, without false confidence to one who rests in blue, – la femme à la peau bleue

i love you… i didn't want to fall in love with you… if it's wrong, accept my apology, — forgive me…