handle with care

The fingertips are wandering on the keyboard
whispering your name in the silhouettes of numerals.
The chances handle with care the parade of desires.
The shape of letters on my lips are getting appetizing.
The messages are murmuring with a kind of fear
in the seconds waited and spent at the other end.
I’m calling. I’m whispering. Dream, do you hear me?
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

RIVVRS ft. The guest and The Host

insistent onomatopoeia…

Sometimes, when I feel invisible or isolated 
by those people who I don’t even know ’em, 
I tuck myself into good feelings, then I make 
from my present a gorgeous party, expressed 
in percentages of vibrations capable to shake 
any answer without question and vice-versa. 
It might sound pretty bookish, but justifies 
the reason for which I feel powerful & loved, 
admired, smart and intuitive, and also, envied 
by persons who love using their complacency 
accusing that false tiredness. Hereby, I chose 
to get transfigured in a beauty fiction or poetry, 
in a song or insistent onomatopoeia as others 
to can feel the incantations of a wildish soul.

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
 trrrrr acia, trrrrr ha ha 
trrrrr voom bam, trrrrr ha ha 
shalalala… ya 

HafananaAfric Simone

I’ve Got a Secret

Ambient Women by Gid5th

Is it chocolate, the sweetness mystery
of chemistry found on the lips, tongue,
and saliva, sneaking in that spontaneous
perfection assimilated as if it is the taste
of a certain kiss designed for prelude?

Is it the water something ardently, which
releases you from stress and slips with
gently capacity in any place of the body
to grab a camouflaged aroma of that
sublime pleasure cited every single day?

Is it any flower, the flavor of a breath
intensely felt in the language of longing
among tender colors and those suspires
of a song activated by that innocent sin
of being more attractive and more loved?

Because, the chocolate, water, and flower,
music and the silhouette of some dreams
have vocalized together at once, —
I’ve Got a Secret, — Good, Better, Best
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Rick Vito │ Swamp Dogg

loving like a fool

Yearning by Sara Riches

He runs with me in the marathon of dreams.
He needs me. He needs his little blue girl, — Me.
I am the one I got him bad, — bad means good.
With him, you don’t live for tomorrow. Simply,
you’re wild, you’re free at superlative, so better
don’t believe anybody’s rumors, just have faith.
Days aren’t similarly and also, never that easy,
as you incline to suppose. His love is inhuman.
He’s not loving like a fool. He loves you, beastly.
When he’s looking in your eyes, you’re melting.
His kiss makes cloth be dematerialized instantly.
His sensuality is in my existence. He loves me.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

 Big Wolf Band

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