your G is kissing my soles moistening them intensely the sky changed my coiffure making my curls look like rain the wind, sprightly and leisurely gazes at me, astonished and then, you blow up a rainbow using the magic dust of fairies tattooing me with your love;  

because is today, and my words are mixed with flavors of your wild sky, stuffed with lovely tiny little things brought stealthily by a wind's breeze, spiffed in the scent of acacia flowers with threads of the grass, trod gently, enough to feel a poem's connection about me and you… lovely pretty boy who loves me entirely and whispers artfully, – keep falling in love with me right as I keep falling in love with you

you placed in my heart a climate wrought with intensive cadences which are erupting like a volcano from the engines of my fantasies and the routines of daily pleasures offered by words tangled in times, in the swirl of any existing emotion breathed by the soul's atmosphere just to may I think of you as you are, the petite unseen monster of longing possessed...[pour le reste de ma vie] in the volcano swing, that's foaming in my veins with an absolu' passion inquiring, who's by your side... still

subjugated in the choreography of your love, it feels as if I'd be the metaphor of your life, painted in the colors of your imagination, lubricated to experience one fine day, daily, in sensations found in any pretext, infused melodiously through a kiss, as fiercely as it is your lust for me, with your lips pressing mine while my arms are caught around your neck, and your fingers are knotted in my curly hair, clinging me more tightly to feel the talks from your mind about chapters that are ambrosial when aren't said out loud but only bestrewed in one sweet and tender touch of our instincts ────────🌹──────── (psst...) do you still dream, [you & me, as one]

somehow, you achieved to turn up the heat in my soul by unwinding an incredible universe, well lengthened tween mysterious galaxies, [magnificent and imbecilic], becoming so, a fire on, up in all atoms of my very being, induced to feel you simultaneously my moon and sun, posed on a nebulous sky for no one suitably to discern the accurate intimacy essence of your grandeur to me

I set the blue, [blue‧deep‧blue], to become my skillful pen. Then I improved the ink  adding in its sap, a drop  of my blood, embrocated with witty bouquets and the scent of my thoughts. I set the blue, — [deep‧blue] to become a charming quill. And the moon and the sun  added playful stardust and a boutonniere, enough for spreading any day's joy for you are the freak in me I set the blue, —‧— [blue] Its power is under my spell every day and every night with the taste of sin for some, with the taste of love for me, good enough to get explored

the perception, me, you, the disappearing action yet my disappearing action isn't your perception, but a speck of miraculous dust out of the universe called love, a hereditary molecule from my DNA combined with the essences of all good addictions in encoded information just to tingle your spine

don't you see I'm burning with desire to see you? .............................................................................. to identify you in any of my fantasy all the best artists used their emotions the seductive colors of words built you to be my fire fine structured musical compositions melt me in you in real life with accuracy exposed on your face sketched by memories the verses of stars are in your eyes the lips of my inexhaustible blue tales are devouring yours; [you don't oppose]

to balance the imbalance of some days, verify your soul volume,— one portrayed and discreetly arranged by your heartbeat with the temperature of your blood and mad pressure of some detouring stories systematized by the texture of your mind to rise the sound speeds of my whispers inapt of uttering, I love you I miss you... to balance the imbalance of some days, ain't nothin' wrong to check once more the timbre and vibration of my feelings

peony buds blossom in my thoughts their delicate scent emanate through your eyes the sun, like a virtual luv3r, spreads velvety petals all over sedated, my lips narrate in the dialect of one million stardust cosmic words paint the skin of your dream in the hue of my shade your mouth tastes any part of me using the moisture codex of love Alien codex by The Wandering Caretaker

Any of my written pages cover you with my blanket of stars set in music's transparent vocabulary, noble adapted to show me the way of loving you for both of us, and to get lost in the poetic experience of freedom and the pleasure dialect fermented in the mystery of what we want to hear, so delish translated by our lips that love to insult any part of our bodies with fiercely and gently kisses, till we get lost in sweet translation raised and sunken in vulnerable feels of our dreamt clichés. But if you don't know why are you looking for someone to love, then any page of mine is blank, exactly like your endless cloud, cambered by your doubts and indifference, so able to defame any soul, by provoking it to scour and pick up the pieces.