the climate of my thoughts
it’s consumed into a kiss
soft, long, wild, heavenly

my mind invokes you
with all arguments of lust
thirsted as an empty pen

your silhouette is contoured
by my eyes, using their color
costumed in the outfit of love

my breath is modulated with
all whispers of your touches
mysterious felt on my body

you, sculptor of my thoughts,
the climate you set in me…
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

🎨 by Jonas Kunickas
subject, — The Scribe

I’m as sweet as a sin in your eyes,
when you hold the fasting of me
demurely in your soul and mind
loving me till God and
looking humbled for the light
to find a smell of the saint of myrrh.

I’m as sweet as a sin
in your eyes, then,
when you waiting for dispensation…
that dispensation for love
without knowing if it’ll come
this sweetness of godly thought
with the smell of books and innocence.

I’m as sweet as a sin and you…
you gotta be a chocolate Jesus
looking in the sinner inside you
knowing that it is not a…

with you on my lips
got famished my pencil

with you in my mind
i’m diluvium of dreams

my rebel soul’s cadence
is nestled in your blood

your wild heart’s echo
is ringing in my head

your photography
whispers love’s savor

but I stay quiet
to listen to your caress

thrilling all around from
north-south to east-west
…
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

📸 by Stephanie Russell

KᵉᵉᵖOⁿKᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍOⁿ © ⁽ᵏᴼᵏᴼ⁾ ᴴᵘᵍ ;₎₎

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