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A kiss.

A kiss, what is this feeling of wet and firm and electricity. Your closeness is sweeping over me, like, indigo to black skies over fields of shadows kissing violet, reds and pinks. Your lips are warm, full, lush, and fully locked on me. I am within a transient fix by how meant to be, a power in waves running across my sensory. I fall into the embrace you have around me, you whistling breaths in my ear, the air licking leaves.

Act 2: Old-fashioned.

Following your musk scent, close behind you, I follow the line of your footsteps. Your fingers covering my fingertips, we fitting in this space, empty and to ourselves. A quiet corner, you order an Old-fashioned, just like in those old black & whites. “I love you.” You always remind me. I know. You worry my heart will leave earth, without knowing your heart is mine. You say, “Don’t be home feeling lonely, call me.

Black & white mood.

Bloom.

To love you more this day than yesterday, I have bloomed in spirit of you, And within myself, Despite myself, And in spite of you. I love you. Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love.

Blue breeze.

Original composition and audio.

Blue, and more.

Beautiful you are to me, from oceans. I feel so drawn to you, it makes blue melt. I’m happy and content between the horizon, the green, jagged rocks and your moods. Why did tides bring me to you. Would you and your God embrace me? How can I forget your sunlight, forget you? Questions I pray to you. I purely love you, your blue, and more. To care for you, stroke your hair under warm breeze with the soft touch of my hands, and more.

Brown-eyed susan in sunlight.

Buttercups.

Ginastera and tulips in b&w.

Ginastera and tulips.

Guitar and tulips.

I love you, When you smile while playing, Your guitar. Asturias, By Albéniz, With tulips romantic and bright, You gave to me a moment before. I love you, In the middle of the floor, Sitting and fading away into the, Afternoon, and into the, Landscape of you, and, Your kind of mood, Naked in your arms, Later on. Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love.

Habibti.

Habibti, Where are you, I’ve been thinking a lot. Truth is, I cannot stop thinking about. You coming to me like that… Your scent, and those eyes, can never stop reminiscing how shades of green capture light. You and that perfume, bergamot and fruit under city night. I can still taste you on my tongue and in my throat. You feel so safe, ma. I share things in the dark with you, I share things while caressing all the innocent parts of you.

Jasmine. Bye, moon.

Jasmine by moon, Until the moon says bye. The scent ensnares you and I, Caressing alongside our silhouettes, Gripping groin and thighs, dissipating, Back into air. Fingertips to, Neck. Finding harder to leave, Breathe, You wanting to inhale only me. Behind me, Wanting me, marking me, For my memory. Your palm fastening tight, Guiding your clutch, moving, Pulling you into me. I can smell the earth and sandalwood taking, Hostage the,