the gift


love has the shape of my heart…
its dream is to dream

my DNA is made from longing’s cells…
no wonder i push you to live longings

but when [and only if] you’ll gaze into my eyes,
you’ll read the gift of them [so full of poems]

for love has the shape of my heart
and my DNA is made of longings

and both have the aim to oxygenate your time
[for a while…] [when and only if…]
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

📸🖌CG-Art by me

Holiday Sidewinder

la nuit


I’ve got dreams about you
all perverted and penned… [dans la nuit]

there… [thru the many moons’ eyes]
I know nothing else to be… than to be…

in a soundproofed mystery
I’m enough to deprive you of seeing [me]

me as I am… [maybe in a cry for silence]
or problematically chuckling [maybe]

but I’ve got dreams… [still…] and there…
I know nothing else to be… than to be…
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

source📸🖌google images

Eric Hilton ft. Elin Melgarejo

possessed


i wait for you to come to me [come…]
the soul inside me giggles shrewdly chic
[come…]
come with the longing to write to me
[with your teeth…] [with your tongue…]
[with your breath in mine…]
[write…]
your love’s alphabet on my epidermis
[stir up the delight out of my dreams…]
be possessed in the passion’s bedding
so luringly anointed with my suspires
articulated…
you… [to come…] [to write…] [to me…]
[demon…] pixilated in
endless waves of my untamed climaxes
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

📸Dave Kelley

Benny Mardones ft. Marino De Silva

goodbye


loving rolling in longing’s province
babbling thru corridors of my mind
about the love that’s gonna gimme,
unimaginative romantic caresses
caught me in flamboyant thoughts
painted by dreams of Mr. blue sky
in the color of a deep natural blues
and the luring thrills of a goodbye
with a relish decor of wine and sax
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco

art by Olga Yaroslavskaya 🖌
Wine With a Light Saxophone Flavor

rain pours


you didn’t care if will ever rain
as long as doesn’t rain with love…
due to this, I gave to you rain…
architected, sculpted, portraited…
till I turned myself into a rain…
into a storm… into a hurricane…
in a typhoon stuffed daily for you
with my rain of stars and dreams
with my rain of laughs and kisses
with my rain of longings blowing
on you, exactly as the rain pours
for no one like you loves me wet
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco


source📸google images

Scorpion

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