i applied to poetry's lips strawberry bonbon color on its eyelashes, i applied nightly climaxed mascara the cheeks, i touched 'em with crystalline breathing hair, i let it flow naturally to diffuse its suave scent its explosive chic attire i prettified it with stilettos feeling it ready for traveling i kissed it, wishing for it, — all the good in coupling with many other poetries

like a ladybug, my thoughts walk on tiptoes toward a leaf of a rose shaded by its petals full of crystalline dew from a dream's origin where was never too late to love you, [never] this hysterical lust kept in my coded essences for five long years, you felt it, too, on your lips, hunting me musically in a bouquet of red wine just enough for your whispers to kiss my body i lost even my thoughts' number full of spirit since i've been loving you… metamorphosed in a rain of a summer, in a season of the sun, saluting inquiringly, our love's bizarre script

the drama of this world are the imbecile people flow infinite rivers of ink about them for nothing evilest, it's for they have most contagious malady their affection is named fame, – power, – money in their hypocrisy, we are classed as abject caprices their pervert style gave us even a social status kind we scream we're human, they see just animals in us life got abbreviated to be an absenting way to think robotized, we wake, we eat, we percolate, we go to work we do kids and educate 'em that life is hard, it's agony everything that's beautiful we implemented, calling it …poetry yet, accompanied by a tune is tagged to please a dream

i'm the blood group of yours, — the endless feelings' donor the wildflowers' scent transfuses in you, — my love your lips with a simple gesture involve my morning breakfast my smile, in a time's myster(y) creates to you an exquisite day my passion, your emotions, — like music, — adjusts our throb my name is your favored color, you're life… my favorite dream

it dreams, the summer, in the breeze of my pen softened in the trees' ink about you and the sea there, the flowers howl, a duck talks with a fish, my smile has shifty tints pigmented by longing the room feels fired up, the rain's a secret story, day tries to hum a tune ejaculated by the dark any dream got ticked off, like you, like me, like sea of a summer from a day aired by my pen's breeze

i wing along a branched spiral of some sweet dreams located on a certain planet, where, your love for me is keeping me safe comforted inside you, my Venus can't tear out from the wild waves of your fantasies, to rain with gallons of the truth's illusion even if i love you, reality's tactic is rather ill-shapen, cos some 'insects' try to claim you still, forcing me to dance with whatever feeling yet, in spite of everything, my words are waltzing as i fly,  winging some sweet dreams along a branched spiral, like your love for me

your voice expires, inspires, kisses, sips me, invoking me to check my phone your voice makes the silence to whisper while ingests my carnal feelings' avatar your voice harnesses delicacy's naturalness, as if it knows I have dreams of you your voice is in my head, — no one imagines with who i talk to

my words dance docile but their rhythm just you can catch tracing my river

my night turned up its lights toward your dreams your dreams dream about me using rhymes rhymes are rhyming with some moods' spectacle moods' spectacle makes dreams come true dreams come true when we have sex for breakfast breakfast is you, wanting me exact as I want to fuck you, baby when night turns up its lights

your yen inside me screams Mephistophelian, — i'm yours… [forever] my seductive dream encrypted on your pillow keeps alive your hell its moaning feeds you to nourish me with your love, — haunted and famished

furtively, i influenced you to stroll  on the invisible path of my scent selected in some literary studio, — felt as i wonder, felt as you wonder anchored in a soul-wide vista land

inside your mind, my silhouette romanticizes sinuous and sensual with the breeze of your thoughts designed on the stubble of a somewhere sea in one continuous line, love's content feels me as the gift of posing you longing for me in a challenging nude appearance [and you're smiling, knowing, i belong with you]

soft morning kisses delightfully chase away the ominous thoughts … wielding compliments, all misty blue hours vanished in sound's nothingness … soul's stillness imports every melodious echo nestled through stories … emotionally palpation got weird, likewise to breathe love's moment