hold on, I’m coming


with vocation
I scull in your mind
tempting you
loving get sculled
you’ll invite me
perpetually
your thoughts
sprightly are sculling me
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

magic


a riverwalk, — my body;
your mouth, — my lover
voodoo me transpire
magic suspirations…
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Howling • RY X • Frank Wiedemann │ L’Impératrice │ By The Coast

suffer


the longing arches me;
on my pillow is spread
your coquettish dream;
its echo stops me suffer;
I don’t oppose, I savor it;
insanely charmed, avid
moaning in anticipation
for my viridity technique
of loving you unleashed,
I’m begged in your hell

let’s play


my harmony invites your equilibrium at me,
let’s play but watch out, don’t push it much,
your seductive velleity should be like a bliss
articulated tenderly, softly to sail on my mind
while your raindrops of kisses fall on my skin
and your eyes radiate intensely in my eyes…
profound Herculean even purer than the sky
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

in colors


brute… — benthos creature…
i was prepared to be yours…
in you, the scream of desire
was yearning to taste me…
to feel you deep down moving
like a holothurian in my body…
torturing me passionately
and with a ravenous pleasure…
instead… metamorphosed
in a minuscule blue butterfly,
i left you talking… in colors

the secret of music


Entwined by Loui Jover

if I ever know
something
about the stars,
it’s they do music, —
music measuring
the immeasurable
music embracing
the indeterminable
music crossing
the universe…
constantly discovering
the unknown… —
the one me the one you
intertwined
in its secrecy
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

reach out I’ll be there


🎨 Dimitra Milan

to keep you alive under another form… 
i’ve transmigrated you in a playful idea 
letting your memories whispering to me 
in slow-motion “reach out, I’ll be there“; 
due to your silhouette, your noble voice 
metamorphosed in chic papillons bleus 
and my exuberance, a harmless passion 
got me talking with plants and pillows 
exactly as you said [as you said…] but i, 
you see… just now I got it… [just now] 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco 

Jonathan Wilson

way up


For Your Eyes Only 🎨 Stefan Kuhn
a thought of mine gets way up
to the satellite on your sky, —
suspective, in the sky of yours
it is late, — it is infernally late…
perceived is a tremored whisper
on my skin written with your lips
it’s the mysterious tale about us,
two lovers swing smoothly together
preoccupied with nothing else
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 un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Kampweek

a🎸riff in the painting of love


like any species of hydrangea,
as I am, as you are, as we are
be it white, pink, yellow, green,
purple, blue, the ph is sublime
like a smile on the lips of time
with any color’s ascetic perfume
it is me, — it is you, — it is us,
a🎸riff in the painting of love
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
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