Salut


😉😘💕✨

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

Cocktail Girl by Dita Omuri reinterpreted by me
Mon esprit est comme une prostituée… — 
Si je cherche quelque chose, — y a-t-il… 
Toute réponse est montrée et offerte à moi 
en détail par charme magique de l’univers 
dans mon temps présent, si bien monopolisé 
quelque part dans le passé, où mes actions 
ont déjà transpiré, et où j’ai payé nombreux 
hommages en pièces d’amour, convertie en 
l’office de change d’une galaxie avec mon 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
 

Joe Dassin

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drowning


in my fantasies

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

plunge into the technicolour pool 
of my desires;
 
swim underwater to take a breath 
at my body’s degrees; 
 
now get drowning in my fantasies; 
 
calm, my hands will wait for yours 
to plant tacit your scent; 
 
inside, my gaze will sniff your longs; 
 
wildish, your lips will savour my lips 
like romancandy
 
passion will gush like an artesian well 
humming our moaning; 
 
any sigh will have the grapes’ taste 
fed and erupting in love; 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 

ZHU ♪

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in a charming moment…


furtively, my night has clenched the stars
in your poetry’s dreams
pursuing the curvature of the life’s dance
encrusted by the dawn’s bones
with the flavor of love

yours

thanks, Grace🙌🏻💎✨

Life — Grace of the Sun

Life will always get better,humming to my heartbeats song.Smiling through the rough weather,will help sorrows march along. Life engulfs in great beauty,I can sense each time I sing.All my thoughts have a party,inner flutters fly their wings. Life is mixed with laughs and cries,each released at precise times.Both bring tears into my eyes,at some point,…

Life — Grace of the Sun

dangerous woman


my thrills are dancing with my muse in the ink’s spell
the ink’s spell is choreographed in my fantasy’s arena
my fantasy’s arena is titled, — un p’tit je ne sais quoi
un p’tit je ne sais quoi is the meaning of the one I love
the one I love bears the essence of my dreams’ attire
my dreams’ attire designed me as a dangerous woman
dangerous woman for some, — black sheep for others
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

credit📸Valerii Apetroaiei
Bardot & The Blue Bloods ♪

nasty


from the immensity of sins committed in the witching hour,
i will call you to lead you into the abyss of my immortality;
there, i’ll revive you from verses as my muse which you are

from the thoughts of any poem penned, only you’ll know
my cruel curse that empathizes with all your inside burning,
enough to bloom in you the lure of my seductive perfume

from any sheer feeling, if any moment will get you boring,
i will feel you flowing in me, and i’ll take care to inject you
with my nasty blood till reborn in you my emotions’ spark
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

credit📸nikola miljkovic
Bryce Fox ♪

insistent onomatopoeia…


[how] to tell you [where] [which] [when] [why] [who] [what]

[who] could convince you [how] perfect and lovely you are
[who] could show you [what] you don’t and didn’t see here⏫
[who] could make you feel [when] you don’t and didn’t live
[who]’s the therapist without being a psychiatrist of [which]
[who] could metamorphose censorship and break any rule
better than poetry [where] any thought attitude of the poet
is to tell you [how] [where] [which] [when] [why] [who] [what]

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

Sometimes, when I feel invisible or isolated 
by those people who I don’t even know ’em, 
I tuck myself into good feelings, then I make 
from my present a gorgeous party, expressed 
in percentages of vibrations capable to shake 
any answer without question and vice-versa. 
It might sound pretty bookish, but justifies 
the reason for which I feel powerful & loved, 
admired, smart and intuitive, and also, envied 
by persons who love using their complacency 
accusing that false tiredness. Hereby, I chose 
to get transfigured in a beauty fiction or poetry, 
in a song or insistent onomatopoeia as others 
to can feel the incantations of a wildish soul.

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
 trrrrr acia, trrrrr ha ha 
trrrrr voom bam, trrrrr ha ha 
shalalala… ya 

HafananaAfric Simone

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thrill


all my longing for you had started arguing with me
but you came… [meeting with you stopped it…]

in my modern loneliness, your whisper is like a violin
whose strings only I can touch ’em to calm me down

any my worry gets metamorphosed into a sweet thrill
as your lips slip on my skin’s skin to spell a new song

in your arms, my love for you is lyric; any radio station
in the deep blue galaxy plays continuously its hit…

and i’m not dreaming, but if i’ll do, don’t wake me up
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Kye Kye ♪

smile


melody of memories

wrapped in the bark furrowed of time,
melody of memories has a gloomy air

regrets’ impact can’t cross the plateau
of the indifference you wish it for very

perfidious, your soul’s smile has scent
salty and noisy and the guardian’s look

[just enough to not get lost] by an error

✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

📸Pixabay
Wolf Alice ♪

arise sun


arise sun‘s light to ignite the moon
[together…] [at once…] [randomly…]

the whispers’ buds ripple sublime
in my dream’s peak with your scent

your scent is willing to align itself
like stars listening to my lusts’ navel

my lusts’ navel whistle chicly for
the priceless joy in the bed of romance

[romance is me…] [wanting is you…]
[velvety…] [sexy…] and [mannered…]
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ

Robert Levon Been ♪
[Black Rebel Motorcycle Club]

bad for you baby


so bad…

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

in which of your positions 
I’m a disaster or a miracle, 
which of my hemisphere 
grows your pulse 
making you react as if I’m 
 so bad that only your lungs 
are able to remind you 
how much they love 
to breathe my atmosphere 
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ 
 
 
 

Cass XQ ♪

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how deep is the ocean…


tacitly…

un p'tit je ne sais quoi

instead of saying to him, I love You, 
like a chef, I make his favorite dish, 
I kiss him in the morning and night, 
I laugh at his jokes, I take care of me 
washing my body in peony’s water 
and I wait for him in a sexy negligee 
having candidate a fine rosy wine… 
so ambiently like a dirty little secret, 
tacitly…exact
how deep the ocean is
 ✓✍🏻 ;₎₎ 
 

Diana Krall ♪

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