your fingers touch the poetry of my lips
bitten by rays of the sun

your eyes are listening to their murmurs
to decipher their mystery

your lungs sculpt in my air a timid kiss
in a story to shield me out of any trouble

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

Tom Hillock

no promises

he takes down all my jewels, —

the breath of his soft lips, —
surrounds my neck,

chains of beads, gems of thrills,
orgasmic pearls, — his kisses

he rocks and rolls my demons, —
humanizing ’em

in his arms love take over me
with no promises just explosively

all his love, — my best outfit…
he’s mine, — I’m expensive 😉

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

illegal fun

kilograms of hours
my longing weighs
is seen on my thighs
hankering to feel you
laying ’em in a split
to look in… to moan
loving what you see

kilograms of hours
stars sang my blues
invoking your scent
your sensual sound
gasping in my bedding
crazy charming nest
agonized by dreams

kilograms of hours
in waiting and hoping
with you in the past
with me in a future
hung there in illegal fun
between edge and lust
at just a touch away

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

art by Emma Silk

Poetry in 13 (191)

his lips on my body, —
aleatory moves
of sensitive particles, —
revolution inside me

pretty please


un p'tit je ne sais quoi

Shhhh. This is a privy conversation.
A mysterious and pretty please kind.
One between tender Moon and Sun.
It happens somewhere far far away
in a bookstore of the galaxy, where
the spoken language has the accent
of their passion perfect symmetrically
with the shapes made by scars of love
and of their dominant longing. Carnal.
This is a privy conversation. Shhhh…
It’s not for watching it but feel it…

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

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I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons
while my lips metamorphosed them into divine effigies
and ruled your soul making it be a servant of my wishes
for I’ve let your mouth to nourish with my cute Darkside
as all monsters, those zombies that wear beauty’s mask
to suffer fully terrified by the boom-boom of your pulse

I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons…
now, your royal creature comforts me from all directions
with your soul, – a fireplace having hotly and spicy sound
of the sandalwood and cèdre thru the rustling of books
while their foliage, lifeblood of a tasty lachrymose wine
are revived in coffee beans for nobody to get silly with it

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

when I hold you


un p'tit je ne sais quoi

the moon vibe brought me your quiet longing 
transformed your whispers in its shine 
leaned a ray similarly with the color of your eyes 
changed the fever of my thoughts 
when I hold you in my dreams, you to breath 
to feel you… to be inside me continuously 
The Parakit ft. Alden Jacob

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look at here, on this wordpress board,
a frog plays on the guitar
something hard to understand
using the language of trod

everybody gets together
insects, martins, butterflies
mumbling, babbling, croak-croak-croak
oy-vey, — they missed an octave

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco ;))


Acacia honey, a bit… mon amour 🙂
Cigarettes and coffee as refinement
Ravishing smile, orgasmic, carnal and
Otis Redding with his repertoire…

Sunday’s music, divine ammunition
The tactic’s romance, and concomitant
invite us to hope never giving up
Chic is the acrostic and triumph of love

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco ;))

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