under the covers

out of the wrist of my dreams, zephyrs
of my confidential scents are unchained
in his moments..[to bring to him my joy]

evoked by the symphony of the senses
with a charming potion of my charisma
I’m smoothing his spirit in its assemble

for in musical notes, I’m under the covers
enough to chase away miserable thoughts
and his peculiar embroidered nightmares

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

📸 Dasha Nikonchuk


poem of our love
pathogenic gasp

longing, in my pen
unuttered words

hiding you in me
you secure me

your agony’s echo
tracks me to be

attires of your soul
styled by my lungs

with the look peeped
in love’s legend drew

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

📸 by Rafael Mirror


your shadow
came in my dream

I felt kisses
over my body

kindled sexily
my eyes do coo

your thoughts ripple
did I do… (?)

passion’s rearview angle
is today’s prodigy

am puissance femme
of your realm

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎



slowly, — his gaze canvassed down
to the mystery of her fluidly feeling

there are no shortcuts, —
his psychic is unlocked instantly

dimension of ecstasy
enraptures him to the deepest desire

the astral embodiment of her yoni
springs on him, sweet like a flower

her-giving is in intimacy of his rustle
in the deep insatiability of his breath

is a harmony of the event’s testimony
in a voyage over bridges of thoughts

each gesture and touch is Rhine falls
in the torch climax of the passion

the words’ personality moves their lips
beyond of their heartbeat’s silhouette

she’s ready, — wants him, he knows it is
her poem’s air… shelter of his butterflies

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

subject, — Lady Rose 🎨 by Carmen