do you like it │ haiku poetry

un p’tit je ne sais quoi

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with some, i’m prompt;
with few, if claps me i clap;
the days differ…
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

Doro ♪

trouble over me

making the best of both worlds…]😜😈😇[😱🥴]

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

defines how could be described the moment
when someone’s listening to somebody else
sighing, groaning, and mumbling of pleasure
while body gesticulates sweet guilty pleasure
because each ingredient tasted was touched
with love and charming passion enwreathed
seductive in a starved glance for that appetite
of something so yearned? [trouble over me…]

[2nd variant…] [improved the situation…]

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
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Tift Merritt ♪

[1st variant…][made some feel cringed]

I wanna feel you sighing and groaning.
I wanna see you gesticulating pleasure.
I wanna taste your joy’s throb plunged
in seductive ingredients stirred by love.
I want your passion to drive me insane.
My starved glance has a mad appetite
for that charming muchly yearned thing.
I wanna you do with it [trouble over me].

[i guess i make the best of both worlds…]😜😈😇[😱🥴]

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when evil souls try to upset you,
throw ’em in the potty of the universe
let the black clouds flush the toilet
and the thunderbolts to make it shine;
it’s the best way to protect yourself
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

thank you, John

love is food
[I feed you]

love is a scent
[I perfume you]

love is music
[I sing to you]

love is a feeling
[I live it]

daily I wake up
to be rebirthed in dreams

in my dream, reality
is you, [love]

this insatiable passion
it feels like summer…

touch me … breath me …
[birth me…]

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

Kid Francescoli ♪

Scream — johncoyote

Scream……… I saw you bare-ass and dancing on the Monterey beach in my dreams. I screamed to the moon, I screamed to the stars. I love you dearest Coco, I love you.You are my ambrosia kiss, my utopia place and my final wish. ——————————————————————————————– Love be damned, love be sweet. I slowly stripped you to […]

Scream — johncoyote

i need a dollar

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a flavor tempts me
i need a dollar now
to buy my [wish…]

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
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Aloe Blacc ♪

I love You too

giggling equally… —

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

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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 ♪

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poets write chic
a golden or sad mood
of anyone

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
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✶ (it says poetry is, — «the devils’ wine», or
«the poets’ verses are the food of demons»
) ✶



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she drips charmingly
in his thoughts’ panicles
her golden touch

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

Harry Styles ♪

Bad as Hell

a good bragging reason 🔥
😘Thanks, Medium! It’s marvel to know
I’m a top writer in the topic of Music

your words kissed the skin of my soul
bathing me in the smile of the moment
drunk in a dream with wetly warmly lips
enough to waltz on your river’s channel 
with an echo of my heart’s acolyte, love
just as y’know my name, — bad as hell

in my mind’s clouds, your lips bite gently
the murmur of my touches full of desire
with the prayers of the nested caresses
in painted splendor by your astral gaze
to feel you to feel me not more not less
but to make your body move
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi ​© coco

Friday Pilots Club ♪
Model Citizen ♪


like a playful wave’s tale

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

Today, my thoughts are taken out of a playful wave’s tale.
In their timidity seem are touching gently the fine sand,
but in reality, they are preferring to get camouflaged
in a unitary sound of the sea’s Rhapsody from a realm
which was created in a fairyland of the cosmos…

There… the sea is psychedelically blue in the summer and
irritably in the winter, gliding more in greyish hue. A reason
for sailors to describe it as the one with a world of its own
meant to urge you at melancholy while its tints penetrate
the fiction to conserve the myths, the legends, the poems.

This fact affected at the beginning even sea’s name famed
as Póntos Áxeinos and later, during the age of colonization,
as Euxinus, remaining so for a while, a preferred one, ideal
to take you…

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