willingly and knowingly would you wanna be one of the most beautiful dreams of mine؟? © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎ [🤫…you should‧‧‧😉]
your fingers touch the poetry of my lips
bitten by rays of the sun
your eyes are listening to their murmurs
to decipher their mystery
your lungs sculpt in my air a timid kiss
in a story to shield me out of any trouble
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
he takes down all my jewels, —
slowly
the breath of his soft lips, —
surrounds my neck,
chains of beads, gems of thrills,
orgasmic pearls, — his kisses
he rocks and rolls my demons, —
humanizing ’em
in his arms love take over me
with no promises just explosively
all his love, — my best outfit…
he’s mine, — I’m expensive 😉
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
kilograms of hours
my longing weighs
is seen on my thighs
hankering to feel you
laying ’em in a split
to look in… to moan
loving what you see
kilograms of hours
stars sang my blues
invoking your scent
your sensual sound
gasping in my bedding
crazy charming nest
agonized by dreams
kilograms of hours
in waiting and hoping
with you in the past
with me in a future
hung there in illegal fun
between edge and lust
at just a touch away
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
art by Emma Silk
https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.jskilograms of hours
— un p'tit je ne sais quoi (@CocoEssences) October 25, 2020
are gathered in the existence
of your sentiments and mine
written with the ink of stars
on the skin of our souls
with savor full of love, sin, joy
rhymed or rhymeless but so sweet
scratched by your lips over mine
for poetry wants us to want us
Thanks, Mark😘🥰 https://t.co/54DBBamuKN
his lips on my body, —
aleatory moves
of sensitive particles, —
revolution inside me
Shhhh…🌼🦋💫
Shhhh. This is a privy conversation.
A mysterious and pretty please kind.
One between tender Moon and Sun.
It happens somewhere far far away
in a bookstore of the galaxy, where
the spoken language has the accent
of their passion perfect symmetrically
with the shapes made by scars of love
and of their dominant longing. Carnal.
This is a privy conversation. Shhhh…
It’s not for watching it but feel it…
…
I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons
while my lips metamorphosed them into divine effigies
and ruled your soul making it be a servant of my wishes
for I’ve let your mouth to nourish with my cute Darkside
as all monsters, those zombies that wear beauty’s mask
to suffer fully terrified by the boom-boom of your pulse
I feel as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons…
now, your royal creature comforts me from all directions
with your soul, – a fireplace having hotly and spicy sound
of the sandalwood and cèdre thru the rustling of books
while their foliage, lifeblood of a tasty lachrymose wine
are revived in coffee beans for nobody to get silly with it
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
💫✍😉
