I lost my mind entirely, and yet all I have to do is to hope and to let your lyrical whispers play in my blood enough to prettify a bit the cloudy weather from outside to feel the sunshine inside me... Now, in me, it's summer. «I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul... at blues power..»

the one who punished you did it with engineering art of wordsmith touched by an indomitable lust

I feel as if my mind twists and turns around you until gets dizzy and how my thought doesn't resist anymore in front of you and how my high and sumptuous ego scatters in your you, you, the one that's more and more rarely, so rare... — like me in this slept scene hooked on a feeling

do not ask me what i want if i want,  but better act, you to make me want  what you want, as if it's me, the one  that wants what in fact you wanted,  like me to want to dare to say, - you This casual love just isn't enough and every touch just feels like a rush. So I rely on sleep, it's all I can do, 'cause when I close my eyes, it's only you. So tell me your hopes and tell me your dreams and don't act like they don't matter to me. I wish for a day when there's more I can do 'cause secretly all I need is you. Tell me that you need me, won't you please? Tell me that you want me so badly. Tell me that it's not all in my head. Tell me all the things you never said. Tell me, just tell me. Tell me.   Lily Juniper ♪ 

i'm that kind of moonstruck by your quest, i even learned fast how to talk with myself keeping silently all of my spirited thoughts  spelled by letters of an imaginary alphabet out of a story more unreal than any unreal supported in the conjuncture of dreams' ink with the coffee taste, slowly slow savored, in music travestied, in addiction extended by a subtle thing... so smoothly teleported

a curative treatment buzzing in the light it's the sense of your essence focused on me if it's chaos on sheet music of my dreams you fix it with a sweet spellbinding kiss to me to any temptation or critical equation I am, you give it back a loving profitable solution for me

Do you remember when and how we've met in the middle of a speculative blue note song… I was on G+ (exploring stuff); by magic, (you…) appeared in that unknown universe with lots of galleries, as if you've been a quicksilver kind. Inside that space, some had barbarous profiles with plenty of pixels and longings to see. Then, you came into my sight like an androgynous with a look spoiled in dreams' circuit, adrenaline, and drama, and the pathed pulse at a click away. We dreamt of poetry, melodious lyrics, and voices with their souls hidden thru a keyboard or mouse. Your hologram maybe was seeking like me for an indubitable feeling and a definition, using a few subtle skills, to modify somehow our world. A bit.