I’m a Woman


I see things might others can’t see;
I hear sounds might others can’t hear;
I live in a world full of colors
but some perceive me in only one tint;
I love you means my salute;
The sun means my smile;
The moon means my murmurs;
The flora and fauna, sea, and the sky
wears my name;
The color of my blood and spirit
orchestrates my feelings;
The universe is my home; I’m a dreamer
but most of all, I am Woman
a Confident Woman.
☙◡❧
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

I love You too


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dementedly, — his mouth
devours her, sliding softly
deep down
to her intimate cliffside
aphrodisiac, — his sap
liquefies in her anemone
exorcise, — her phobia…
together culminating shine
giggling equally…
I love You too
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Gill Landry │ Zachary Cale

twice as tough


impregnated in the nectar of my emotions,
potion of my love so lusty, savory, yummy,
hurried and imprudent, like a tiny little bee,
you forgot a thought in my deeply thought
wallpapered with kisses, — twice as tough
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
upsidedownhead ft. Mansionair

sweet


be like the flower, turn your face to the sun~Kahlil Gibran by Dita Omuri [edited by me]
a botanical complexity,
citrusy, slightly sweet,
innocently, succulently,
incredibly, — my scent
accompanies him…😉
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
V

schisms


dreams materialize

dreams evaporate
like virga…
in controversy debates
and schisms
quiet written
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Tool

purple rain


Pasional 🎨 Colin Staples Life Art

a fugacious moment,

a murmur
of the purple rain
and us… —
amorously… dancing…
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Prince

quelque chose


 

I anchored my dream
in the garden of your soul

flexible, your heart
sloped its pulse to mine

ebullient, our blood begun
ce petit quelque chose

 the flirty poem was spread
fulfilling in our longing

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

easy


Count the Roses not the Thorns 🎨 Dita Omuri

your murmur, —

pandemic kiss
your tongue, —
a savant
slipping deepen
arousing me…
easy
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Troye Sivan

hope in hell


that day which led in that tomorrow

and that cold sweat on my skin and
those nerves with a profound disgust
for you disappeared abandoning me,
metamorphosed me in a lonely wolf,
a wolf carrying just sad emotions and
with all its hope in hell, — [period]
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Black Pistol Fire

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