The sun attacked my windows. Has own fancy to see what I do, — if in some way I still miss you, or my feelings got lost a while ago. 🌞 It's a joy's room all over my head with the scent of life's bouquet. I access it, at intervals, a little bit, as if I'd have with it a chouette. 🌹 Its music borders me modestly. Its lips are overlapping with mine. The red kiss, not old, not young, has a rich taste of a playful wine. 🍷 If the sun has noticed any answer, or its scintillas sent you a frisson, if my fiction operated on you madly, stop checking yourself... just enjoy.

i am the one who has the diploma in not to be an option to nobody ✳ i graduated discipline of being authentic chic and, — a bizarre laconic ✳ on the brevet is written, — i'm not an easy friend on the contrary ✳ i'm qualified to qualify you to be, and lost and found, using chicaneries and the fiasco's rhymes ✳ some grin, some laugh to hide their failure, — and that's tacitly pitiable but also very typical ✳ i listened to, — accidental... ...at banal coffee time, the whispers of the life

...present day came equipped in the day of yesterday, as if it's gotten back for more, to perform in you, — [you...], [my naughty dream installed at the sun's extremities] ⁂ furtively, i looked at it, puzzling itself in its own love, embellished with the beads of the moments lived at the neck of thoughts while it studied amour's ABCs, [and...], [and timidly, the present day has stolen me a smile] ⁂ in a flash, happiness wings grew gently from my soul, in my chest, the insanity of impatience began to waltz, emotions knew they're translated by no other than you, [all in all…] [all in all, romance language intimidates, whatever day]

i castrated the rancor of some people, applying to them without hesitation, the sensuality of flowers' tranquility, letting 'em perceive just my bouquet ✰ tempting crust and core of my smile, i tinted it with the belle spirit and soul of the words' simplicity, to nourish joy which, like a corset, belts their thighs ✰ when the sky's light is tousling beauty, my eyes linger on its savory message, – life, robed in the attire of poets in love has the calling to never let you down

the morning ran emotionally wild, and me, i've had a mood to whistle, probably because of the pipe dream that ended with... passionate kisses the midday, to stay awhile longer, it wished for some naughty break, probably to smoke the sensations i live 'em when mind flies... [a bit] the night looks trained, but it isn't, once that's inside, my love reacts, like a time bomb, i blow up desire, probably because... i love you a lot

in love, — the romance of dawn has sent to beauty sleep the poetry which I composed it (last night) but if you'll feel a thirst for me drink its whispers spiced in lust, decanted in my inviting waves can't you catch the message… let your heart roll the dice to find its idyllic sculpture, twinkling it's chiseled with desire's breeze and satinized in the sea's pigment at the hour of our vulnerabilities

the longing's light is on, — about an hour will let me lounge the mental pictures urge, — i'm faced with all you'll do to me frissons and butterflies rouse, — my eyes utter what mouth can't in love with the present, — the moment lives me, i live it too your joy was to please me, — nightmares are fond memories orgasm tacit in unison, — you smile, i smile, — sleep tight [my p'tit je ne sais quoi allured in my poetic Stockholmsvy]

you metamorphosed the velvety morning rain, and slipped smoothly at my bedroom window, — [a place very intimate] an aggressive sun's beam has surrounded you, making you evaporate, — i woke up... moistened... [the dream knew... why]

to empty out my day-long tension, furtively, one of your piano fingers, gives care to my moans' physique, crayoning a work of art on my lips carnal, your tune unveils my body, laid to be explored, to be updated, in your cookies, with your crushes, [is in the mood for player's sound]

like a waterproof lipstick, i'm carried on your dreams' lips... everywhere... i'm exploding with savor, — i'm the marvel alchemy you long for... and my love for you is chic... sits tight hidden in plain sight... everybody sees it... but, — nobody knows what or who you are... not even you, the mystic one who hums my name each day and night so... who's the liar... what's the lie, — the love... or what i hide...