silence…here we go

It’s wrong to say, «often», when in fact
you’re coloring constantly your words
in the hue of my dreams provoking me
to paint even the sounds full of passion
and the silence of any hidden thought

Moments are flying with terms gathered
in any instrument that breathes through
the tones of my soul enough to lay them
on the velvety soul of yours manifested
daily in the chromatic of all our galaxy

Without me and you here, we go further
collecting any effect proposed at the level
of art with the opportunity for pigmenting
all our senses using the subtle tint of love,
red, — the-loyal-taboo, — blue as we are
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Charles Pasi │ Norman

trouble over me

defines how could be described the moment
when someone’s listening to somebody else
sighing, groaning, and mumbling of pleasure
while body gesticulates sweet guilty pleasure
because each ingredient tasted was touched
with love and charming passion enwreathed
seductive in a starved glance for that appetite
of something so yearned? [trouble over me…]

[2nd variant…] [improved the situation…]

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

Tift Merritt ♪

[1st variant…][made some feel cringed]

I wanna feel you sighing and groaning.
I wanna see you gesticulating pleasure.
I wanna taste your joy’s throb plunged
in seductive ingredients stirred by love.
I want your passion to drive me insane.
My starved glance has a mad appetite
for that charming muchly yearned thing.
I wanna you do with it [trouble over me].

[i guess i make the best of both worlds…]😜😈😇[😱🥴]

taste of my love

Would I want you to kiss every little piece of me? 
— I would. 
Would I want you to drink from me the booze of gods? 
— I would. 
Would I want you to take me in your hands and 
in your mouth and to have a greedy feast from me? 
— I would. 
Would I want your limbs to be around me and my mouth 
to be starved and thirsted for your kisses? 
— I would. 
Would I wanna feel the hunger of your wildish passion 
devouring me completely in your tenderness’s rhythm? 
— I would. 
I’d wanna know how you crave for the taste of my love 
and what would you do to keep this desire avidly forever 

I want you to dry my every tear with your lips, 
to feel your breath on my neck exorcising my sadness 

Dunno how but you got to do it still… [you turn me on] 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco 

Emerson, Lake & Palmer ♪

stuck in gravity

Artwork by Janet Knight, theme — Crimson Wrap

Bathed in the hug of your sun
pampered by romped waves
kissed on my lips by your stars
in the existence of my dream
wars of any thought get banal.
In your angelic spirit, — I am
an altar, — a mystery sculpted
with your smile, with your gaze
and your voice stuck in gravity
of a delicate realm l’hawaïenne
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Of Monsters and Men │ La Femme

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