taste of my love


Would I want you to kiss every little bit of me?

— I would.
Would I want you to drink from me the booze of gods?
— I would.
Would I want you to take me in your hands and
in your mouth and to have a greedy feast from me?
— I would.
Would I want as your limbs to be around me and my mouth
to be starved and thirsted for your kisses?
— I would.
Would I wanna feel how wildly, tenderly, and completely,
it’s your love for me?
— I would.
I’d wanna know how you crave for the taste of my love
and what would you do to keep this desire avidly forever…
Don’t know how but you got to do it still, — you turn me on
But if I’m sad, I wanna you to dry my every tear with your lips,
I wanna feel your breath on my neck. Exorcise the sadness.
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Emerson, Lake & Palmer

demon lover


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bizarre sensations arise from a different world,
in this revelation of a black and white matinee
where is used the mystical language of an entity,
a demon lover, good bad in the bed of the nights
as well as it’s in the bed of mornings, of the noon
or whenever is called, appearing without accusing
but only to offer the pleasure you’re asking for…
bizarre sensation in a mystical language is music
revelation of a black and white matinee of today
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

JJ Appleton, Jason Ricci

you & I


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The calm blue sky has vanished, —
you’ve left behind, the spring.
Wasn’t important any sigh, —
you’ve made your choice so clear.

Then, summer with its nights
appeared and disappeared, —
I waited for you till morning dew,
not even then, you not revealed…

And autumn came, much earlier
hearing my cries calling for you,
but all the scattered feelings
shaped an identic attitude.

Now winter’s here but seems
that’s me the one that’s changed, —
the gallant echo of the spring
has locked the billets-doux of you & I
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Papooz │ Say Hi │ Zachary Kibbee │ Will Champlin

an army full of devils,
it does it feels electric,
it’s power as I’m chasing fire 
to shake it up where it began,
at the vertigo introduction

_BLOW_

s/he


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The universe began to blossom
fed by thoughts full of passion.
Poetry’s the essence in cadence
of the midnight salute of stars.
In the culpable mind of someone,
the name of one who we’re thinking,
it’s replaced with the pronoun, s/he.
Inspired, their actions get wildly
and black is beautiful to cook it up
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
The BossHoss