summer wine


Warm Night by Monika Luniak

meet my soul full of life

in the room of seasons
kiss my soul
with lips of your thoughts
do a miracle smiling
i lend to you
the rays of my moon
catch the trace of my blue
with your crystalline gaze
sunken in a summer wine
i’m suchlike in you infused

spinning my mind


i dreamed you’re searching for me…

then, spinning my mind, you to find me,
i used all my tricks and
i sent the shades of my eyes
on your dark sky,

with my lips, —
[a smoothly touch of the sun’s beam],
i kissed your eyelids,

that crystalline and playfully smile
walking itself through your blood, —
it’s mine,

the alluring sighs in your eardrums
are for you to memorize my name,

the perfume of my body
it’s cruised by my gently wind on you, —

all of me, — a hallucinogenic silhouette
metastasized in all cardinal directions
is surveilling you, is waiting,
is bringing you to me…[ultrarêve]

It’s My Life


wanna sex, love, money, — positive 
it is as much as I want, — negative 
 
a good thought daily, — positive 
for everyone, — negative 
 
music, books, movies, — positive 
any kind of type, — negative 
 
sport, travel, companions, — positive 
happens every day, — negative 
 
I love, I have desires, — positive 
hating someone, — negative 
 
a tiny joy, a smile, a hug, — positive 
everybody offers, — negative 
 
I’m starved of life like a wolf, — positive 
accepting anything, — negative 
 
attractive, witty, chic, frankly, — positive 
following someone’s rules, — negative 
 
conclusion, — my life’s wonderfully 
positive, — negative, — I love it! 
I experience it! I admire it! It’s My Life
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
Bon Jovi ♪

the way


the way your lips murmur
it paints my breath using
decent colors of your tale
the way your eyes gaze me
it composes my heartbeats
sculpting fluidly my fantasy
the way I’m listening to you
illuminates gently my hopes
in the cadence of your pulse
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

come undone


a dream from the peak of my thoughts
without any permutations or influences
contoured the decolletage of my dawn
animatedly and at the present continuum
like an impetuous waterfall, gently drops
on my backdrop splashes [come undone]
‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
 Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan

drive me wild


rends-moi sauvage
the wrist of my moments drunk you with my dreams
following the natural course of my sunrise and dark
using the warm and wet lips of my unlimited thoughts
the nets of your stars in the womb of my night shine
with wonderful words till the edge of every morning
when both of us whisper for each other, — I love you
undomesticated, my passion looks for your savagery
in the seductive perfume of flowers… X-rayed by you
at the hour of the kiss for the vitamin, – drive me wild
‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧‧
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
3OneOh

let’s straighten it out


Red Lips by Bron Payne
have I told you today 
you are the dream 
arrayed to breathe 
in the pupil of my heart 
and 
by my blood panoplied 
to love you 
with the whispers 
of my constellations? 
 
…don’t condemn me 
let’s straighten it out… 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ 
Marion James ♪

make your move


passe à l'action
bite me… taste me… — at absolute;
make your move
intensely suspirations, — provoke me;
my flower is haunting and it begs for
your heavenly butterfly;
swarms of my pleasures, — snatch ’em;
my colors squeeze ’em, — deep;
my zenith is your energy, — consume it;
I want your bud to incite my fragrance;
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

how deep is the ocean…


instead of telling him, — I love You, 
like a chef, I make his favorite dish, 
I kiss him in the morning and night, 
I laugh at his jokes, I take care of me 
washing my body in peony’s water 
and I wait for him in a sexy negligee 
having candidate a fine rosy wine… 
so ambiently like a dirty little secret, 
tacitly… exact
how deep the ocean is
 ✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
 
Diana Krall ♪

oh, love


oh, love, — traveling…
in your fantasies…
I unlocked,
unintentionally,
your desire’s faucet, —
[me…]

rainy day lover…


Dreaming Woman 🎨 Steve Kuhn

her body,— a rich field fertile, exquisite;

her bosoms,— succulent ripened fruits;
her abdomen,— a flora and fauna concept;
her posterior,— the moon and sun paired;
everything in her emits a fruitful sensory
metamorphosed in poetic languages
and the intensity of someone’s songs…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Tony Joe White

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