shut up & kiss me
shut up and kiss me kiss me good morning, kiss me good night, kiss me good appetite your mouth on mine sincerity of a defeat
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living on love
the tangible painting works of my soul painted you and doodled you without loaning palettes and nuances from somebody else touchy-feely infusions of your soul enriched me to enrich you even more with murmurs of light beads out of music•art•poetry, — a ménage à trois living on love
slow an´ easy
It was only a drink, and my mind climbed on a tiny cloud to listen to your smile with the sweetest tremor of lust, murmuring... (slow an´ easy), structurally, (love´s interlude), — good night, my love‧‧‧ Bilingual, I whisper to you, — I'm here... I'm there... I'm everywhere... (I listen to you). Do the same to have a (good) day and night, alike. After all, — (happiness is a warm gun). Keep it so... here... there... everywhere I am.
as if
he asked her, how would you like to be touched… and she, enraptured, answered to him like that… i would like you to touch me as if you have to go somewhere far, far away, and you would like to remember about each part of my body, with my velvety skin, and with all my valleys, and curves that enriched my physique, and enticed you i would like you to touch me as if you'd be blind… unable to recognize just with your gaze my shapes i would like you to touch me as if you'd be mute and only your fingers can articulate all your words i would like you to touch me as if your hands have healing's power on my body, and feed me with your caresses, and therewith, you quench your starves and thirstiness with the love in me i would like you to touch me as if you'd like to dance with me an invented dance, and as if your hands are some kind of magic brushes with which you love to color my silhouette with shiny nuances, [your fire] i would like you to touch me as if you'd be a sculpt
