Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

the domineering esthetic title, — You. like a page of love, — I. hidden behind a chic chapeau, — You. signing some pedantic love letters, — I. lured by temptation, — You. with orgasm on the lips… — the astonishment is frenglishly clear. it utters your emotion while your caring fondles me. it guides you with my dream until our mouths meet. it hears my calling steps in the gaze of your begs. title to stay so... page to come so... the errors are sedated.

mesmeric sparks of stellar dust fly all over whenever you smile making me want to be with you

i have seasoned your dreams, — taste me °.○ whatever is wrong with you, — disappears °.○ love redoubled your thoughts, — i'm complete

I've trained myself with your didactic material, enough to know as long as I can still fantasize, I'll fantasize with you, despite I'm forced to admit that sometimes I have nightmares. Some about you are not with me, and I am with you neither. But then, I'm okay... (once I realize you're here). ⋯ You are with me like a joy bestowed by a jewel, (sparkly in the dimness, irresistible in the light). You are a whisper on my cheek or a sneaky smile. You are the sequence cited in desire of my gaze, or a graphic artist who draws my bliss wrinkles. Desirably, you are everywhere. You are the time. ⋯ (a time living with a dream in words' simpleness)

I don't feel alone at all. I have a very faithful shadow. Poem of a summer lover nested in the song I listen to..

How can you tame a woman? Hmm. You can't. She is tamed only by one who's in her mind. So... Last night, I've couldn't sleep at all. Last night I lived not in some dreams, but in contemplation of a fancy-schmancy reality accompanied by a drink, a smile, and music which subtly and delicately played my Sonata

...i'm thinking on what you're thinking while our thoughts are dancing a tango through the graphic art of a kiss of fire