Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

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

I stretch my hands out, — unscrupulous, I hug you, [it's all I can do] words might sound deaf but from the bottom of my heart are uttered to you sentimentalist, all I know is how I feel, — searching for my love thanks to love's 24-carat, nothing ever can't split it, nobody ever can't exile it

few epileptic thoughts plunged through my morning quietness i raised up my eyes, — the time was there, watching what I'll do and i got lost in love's grammar with you so high and lonesome with me barefoot in your soul dancing bohém, a gypsy dance

(very bonhomme, flirting smoothly, he asked her, —) milady... why would I want to be today... a violin...(؟?) (and she butterflied... to him... a tender answer, —) maybe you'd like to be caressed, by someone... (in a similar manner) (a person couldn't abstain himself and, smiling, said, —) both of you bring joy, you're too much alike... i love it…

I keep holding you up-up…tightly, intentionally, exact as are situated all the stars from the entire galaxy,  exact as your joy on me, it spreads while its charm shine it all around and music's the love of mine given

a way with words, it's a happening what didn't happen, but somehow happens deep thru our mind, you to be, me to see, me to be, you to see, what's happening when nothing's happen as we thought sure will be happened

❝ Do you gather flowers for me moving softly through the trees with the scent against your arms? Long ago I knew your charms as I walk through the purple hills  of soon-forgotten, know  my heart was in your hand, all my heart is in your hand. Do your lips still call my name? Would your mouth still taste the same? There I learned the sweetest words, — Ooh, what the price of mercy, yeah! Though I steal all across the years the memory lingers on with my heart in your hand, all my heart is in your hand. Should I fall beside the road everlasting wandering soul and the memory sublime? All my, my heart was there, yeah! As I walk through the purple hills of long ago I know my heart was in your hand, my heart is in your hand. Ooh, all my heart, all my heart... ❞

don't let me sleep, but let me dream just a little bit more, — caress me to wake me up... use that tiny, tricky lure of yours... — a bittersweet black fine aroma wrapped into a velvety steam touched... [with the savor of love], — my lips will moan with pleasure while with a kitty eye I'll be watching you... — cheered up...

sit... look at me do nothing just dive yourself inside of my lullaby 𓇼 time with devotion sneaks up through you nightly daily 𓇼 [abandoned] you inside of you be sound of a rainbow 𓇼 kiss my whisper with your disarming smile 𓇼 I'm not dreaming, — [still want you]