one day you are to me my gifted master-chief which gives aroma to my joy thru lots of love but on another day you're a deep-rooted one who set me not to walk that walk… too much one day you are the fancy face in my tomorrow and on another day the essence of my words one day seems is archives along with others, so, erase data, impress today, to get our late, earlier

in the manuscript of your soul, I am your prime soloist, defined to render the charm of a ballet directed by you in the airspace of your temple, where you adhered to lift me up using ideas and tactics in the movement of love, to see how often per day I'm dreamt

the eyes are coughing your patience, the lungs are inundating your echoes, the body feels your grey atmosphere, the soul emits perfect your whispers, the night goes on silky in your dream, your frisson utters how you love me on the earth on the sun on the moon

your nerves, — aphrodisiac to my nerves your yearning, — frisson to my yearning your whisper, — emollient to my whisper your gazing... — irresistible to my gazing you-you, — explosive passion into me-me your kiss, it's pronounced [love me, sweet] for your lips are softer than cotton-candy for your eyes are a haze of the peppermint for your lungs respires my daring dreams for your mood is set in me through a song for my allusions communicate with yours

strange bouquets of sentiments invade subtle my spirit the steam of tempting fragrances, - linden, mint, and chamomile the flu's period flourished amid inundating with the fire burnin' inside gradually the joy is a blessed achoo... instinctively, I'm thinking of you...

be aroused by traces of my smile... — a peony's taste at the route of your lips, a canvas of incidents expressed with the force of gravity at the power of ambition and hope in finesses of a fantasy metamorphosed with the art of a kiss for the fault of an overwhelming attraction incited by distance and accessed discreetly with that luring call at 1-800-love of the morning heat subjugated in a blue opaline confusion of a dream

your absence in the pervy form using the kinetic energy potency invaded my thoughts last night channelizing at absolute your love in the endorphins of my body just to climb in the opposite direction  to another passionate momentum with your lust curled in my pretty, par excellence to build something ingenious when you get to me set

you saw in me, an aphoristic artifact, as if you'd waited for the one like me, skilled to exhume your subtle attitude sowing a fancy with my hug and kiss, i guided in your soul my thrill, decent, to bud in you, my hedonistic apogee excited, love's emanation, matured you to feel me like a woman, day in, day out adorning your galaxy, with my identity

into love's apotheosis, I am your tales' realm into eon's boom-boom I'm your subconscious with your inscape soul, you're looking for me to live you, to make you, to feed you, to free you soothed, [to love me...] happier, [to wake you up]

incarnated in white flowers, an intrusive picture with you, skilled to obfuscate any liar, uses as incantation, an elixir; it's dosed by dew's influence cosmic vocalized by crickets, to protect my new day's lust, signed in a last night's dream

As you glance toward a memories' hour, you hear some weezery whispers coming from the sun and stars. They seem to be the gift of a charlatan with the audience in a surplus of nothingness, well wrapped in the ingenuity of a teal hue that breathes and shines between the teeth of the moon. Took just a jiff to catch you in joy's attire as you glanced toward a memories' hour.