Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

get your mouth to my left ear kiss the murmurs that it hears at classy hours of inked dreams mildly, put your lips on my thrill, you, full delight in a psychotic ripple savoring a demiurgic bohemian call take a frenetic moment of magic to get slowly drowning in my ecstasy lushly poetized in a renewed burst

bite me… taste me… — [at absolute]; make your move… intense moans, — [provoke me]; my flower haunts and begs for your heavenly butterfly; my pleasures' swarms, — [grab them]; my colors, — [squeeze them...] [deep]; my zenith is your energy, — [consume it]; I want your playful bud to incite my fragrance;

Say to the stars how shiny they are. Say to the wind how gentle it is. Say to the dreams in a velvety air to KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ so to don't stop no matter what sins will get to you... Hang on! I'll keep on loving you kindly, purely, cheery, immaculate, rousing up the attractiveness to the graceful cote of the miracle of what you are and who you are, indifferently how rarely or often my name will be on your lips...

In what shades do your thoughts flow to feel the happiness you need? What kind of silence do you prefer for you to be comforted inside? In your mind's room, who's in charge of your own imbecilic mistakes?  I saw you arrayed in sinful's attires. None of 'em didn't camouflage you. And I don't blame you. You're funny and also, bizarre... simultaneously.