I’m a Woman


I see things might others can’t see;
I hear sounds might others can’t hear;
I live in a world full of colors
but some perceive me in only one tint;
I love you means my salute;
The sun means my smile;
The moon means my murmurs;
The flora and fauna, sea, and the sky
wears my name;
The color of my blood and spirit
orchestrates my feelings;
The universe is my home; I’m a dreamer
but most of all, I am Woman
a Confident Woman.
☙◡❧
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

I love You too


📸 pinterest

dementedly, — his mouth 
devours her, sliding softly 
deep down 
to her intimate cliffside 

aphrodisiac, — his sap 
liquefies in her anemone 
exorcising, — her phobia 

together culminate shine 
giggling equally… — 
I love You too 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco 

Gill Landry ♪

twice as tough


impregnated in the nectar of my emotions,
potion of my love so lusty, savory, yummy,
hurried and imprudent, like a tiny little bee,
you forgot a thought in my deeply thought
wallpapered with kisses, — twice as tough
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
upsidedownhead ft. Mansionair

sweet


be like the flower, turn your face to the sun~Kahlil Gibran by Dita Omuri [edited by me]
a botanical complexity,
citrusy, slightly sweet,
innocently, succulently,
incredibly, — my scent
accompanies him…😉
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
V

schisms


dreams materialize

dreams evaporate
like virga…
in controversy debates
and schisms
quiet written
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Tool

purple rain


Pasional 🎨 Colin Staples Life Art

a fugacious moment,

a murmur
of the purple rain
and us… —
amorously… dancing…
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Prince

quelque chose


 

I anchored my dream
in the garden of your soul

flexible, your heart
sloped its pulse to mine

ebullient, our blood begun
ce petit quelque chose

 the flirty poem was spread
fulfilling in our longing
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Carla Bruni ♪

easy


Count the Roses not the Thorns 🎨 Dita Omuri

your murmur, —

pandemic kiss
your tongue, —
a savant
slipping deepen
arousing me…
easy
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Troye Sivan

hope in hell


that day which led in that tomorrow

and that cold sweat on my skin and
those nerves with a profound disgust
for you disappeared abandoning me,
metamorphosed me in a lonely wolf,
a wolf carrying just sad emotions and
with all its hope in hell, — [period]
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Black Pistol Fire

unchained


i’m rather a moonbeam’s spirit
writing verses on a ludic page
guided by a fragility phonation
in creating unchained dreams
i’m a star fell from sky’s shelter,
an exiled voice strewed in yours
or a piece of higher inner music
(the score of time) to shine on
i’m rather a moonbeam’s spirit,
i’m a star fell from sky’s shelter,
in all of my lovin’, – you dance
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Devon Gilfillian│Thad Cockrell│Zachary Cale│Shirley King│Bette Smith • Kirk Fletcher

pretending


is a pain inside me that I must hide…
outside, there, somewhere, some wolves
if would feel me howling of suffering,
would eat me alive
a reason for pretending everything is fine,
acting like a sycophant by flattering them
just to let me be
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Eric Clapton

hyper


The Red Violin 🎨 Krzyzanowski Art
tonight, I’m gonna put you on my lips
letting your mouth to talk with mine
love stories
your tongue will be the hyper-active pen
implied firmly in my physic’s geometry
full of silky sap
conjugated at feminine, my heartbeats
are gonna filling your deep dreams
exactly as I love you
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Hervé

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