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
