feel it


Flamenco Dancer by Vladimir Kush

I stir pleasure

exactly as begonias do
I intimidate you
sensibly and timidly
all of my varieties
your eyes delight
instantaneously
you dreamt this moment
dozen of days…
now, in your absolute…
my scent you feel it…fully…
you love to watch me
how I blossom… but
how much light and warm
or water is allowed or
is forbidden, you can’t still
estimate
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Michele Morrone

drink me


Richard Johnson 🎨 Twilight Garden
ₘmᵐ‧‧‧
you unveiled, leaf by leaf,
my hid senses
dissolved somewhere… —
in that twilight garden…
once… in the summertime
and ₐʰʰʰ‧‧‧
too-too curious… —
your manifold stars and
a blue river… with the moon
saw my nudity and my timidity
through a velvety veil…
ₕmᵐ‧‧‧ was…
so-so daring… so-so playful
for me… touching gently…
your breeze… —
which…
I let it bleed
then…
to drink me… —
conjugated‧‧‧ — deep
with small sips
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Donna Lewis │ Adam Jensen │ Michele Morrone