handle with care


The fingertips are wandering on the keyboard
whispering your name in the silhouettes of numerals.
The chances handle with care the parade of desires.
The shape of letters on my lips are getting appetizing.
The messages are murmuring with a kind of fear
in the seconds waited and spent at the other end.
I’m calling. I’m whispering. Dream, do you hear me?
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

RIVVRS ft. The guest and The Host

I’ve Got a Secret


Ambient Women by Gid5th

Is it chocolate, the sweetness mystery
of chemistry found on the lips, tongue,
and saliva, sneaking in that spontaneous
perfection assimilated as if it is the taste
of a certain kiss designed for prelude?

Is it the water something ardently, which
releases you from stress and slips with
gently capacity in any place of the body
to grab a camouflaged aroma of that
sublime pleasure cited every single day?

Is it any flower, the flavor of a breath
intensely felt in the language of longing
among tender colors and those suspires
of a song activated by that innocent sin
of being more attractive and more loved?

Because, the chocolate, water, and flower,
music and the silhouette of some dreams
have vocalized together at once, —
I’ve Got a Secret, — Good, Better, Best
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Rick Vito │ Swamp Dogg

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