caress me, baby…


if you wanna, — or…

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

Tenderness, — 
I got to be wrapped… 
Preciousness, — 
wrap me, please… 
I’m cold, — 
Come… — Take me 
 in the season of hell 
with the drunken boat 
of the Rimbaud 
if you wanna, — or… 
in the waste-land 
with the cruelest April
 of Eliot’s, – but come… 
come to caress me, baby
 ✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᵏᴼᵏᴼ 

The Blues Project ♪

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love me to death


a passionate spark

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

in my mind [you are] 
a passionate spark 
roving breathlessly 
in my heated blood 
to prove that I’m not, 
[not an easy love…] 
but which stirs you up 
for you’re watching me, 
you watch me I dance
 dancing in your dream 
 faithful like a wolf… 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco⁽ᵏᴼᵏᴼ⁾ 

The Mission ♪

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body blues…


concealed…

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

an unstoppable artistical silhouette 
[it’s mine, not yours] 
 
a frisson into body blues concealed 
[that’s yours, not mine] 
 
dream-makers are drawing the mood 
[eagerness has charm] 
 
any thought into my dreamt dreams 
[prove it be what I need now] 
 
loving you, loving me is not fantasy, 
[even if seems all about it
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 

Damon Castillo ♪

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