John M3 Frame's Blog, page 12

so close the perfume of your irony was appetite and fire

so close the perfume of your irony was appetite and fire

tasting you I looked at you drifting and you, furiously beautiful

to the flirtatious laughter to the curve of temptation

to the eroticism of the casual

and then your bright and flirty liquid lips

the cool of a bath in the serene and delightful afternoon

it was the secret touch of the mouths that touched each other

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hurt me with the rhymes of your lips with the sweet taste of your kisses

hurt me with the rhymes of your lips with the sweet taste of your kisses

passing by lightly like the verses of a love song

burn me with the beautiful ardor of your gaze

with the tender irony of sympathy

with naked phrases provoke me

with the delight of your perfume make me fall in love

pretty beautiful, flirt with me with the curve of your eyelashes

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your eyes up close are the sigh, the storm, and the blush of the skin my sweet princess

your eyes up close are the sigh, the storm, and the blush of the skin my sweet princess

my hands wrap around yours with a

warm route, bold, and smooth

I would like to see the stars in the heat of your perfume

to the intertwining of butterflies and sighs

to the early morning path

to the candor of the inspiration of your beauty, pretty girl

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answer me one thing, pretty girl with fruity lips

answer me one thing, pretty girl with fruity lips

like the sweetness of your look is the delicious citrus

from the taste of love

despite the forgetfulness, the letters

that a writer leaves in ellipses

that with the vapor of a good wine

they are flirtatiously outlined with the flavor of lemon


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tasty conch that you smile wet at the sun and the sea

tasty conch that you smile wet at the sun and the sea

delightful and ticklish

I want to take root biting the dawn under what you hide

pretty girl

love peaked, came, and provoked me

and your erotic prose adrift

flirty and smiling

to the wind to the taste of your spicy lips

sweetly seasoned with innocence

pretty girl, how can you undress my desires?


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take a look at what your soft fingers say to your beautiful hair

take a look at what your soft fingers say to your beautiful hair

how they slide like they were my rhymes

my phrases when I look at you

beautiful delight me with a smile, but with the mischief of your eyes

with the perfume of your sensuality

take a look at your pulse

to the rhythm of my voice that seduces you with poetic words

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sweet cream, delicious fragment of fruits, and strawberries

sweet cream, delicious fragment of fruits, and strawberries

to red wine and the midnight toast

to champagne and fine red lips

to the sensual perfume that's you my beautiful

spicy, fresh cheese, snack and bite

delicately daring beauty, with impetus

with lust

sweet honey to the slow rhythm of the lamp flame

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drops on the fire to the refreshment of the tongue and the phrases on your skin

drops on the fire to the refreshment of the tongue and the phrases on your skin

pretty girl, you are a woman of charm and deeply deterministic

to the blush of the timid to the cold coin and ice

to the romantics

lustful and tender to the one with verses and dagger

whoever hurts your neck with the mischief of a caress

spicy, sweet, and deliciously juicy

your lips are put on the naked poem

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a wish between us and spring wrapped between fresh and salty

a wish between us and spring wrapped between fresh and salty

I would spend the autumn, the winter, and the moonlit night

to the delight of seeing you my beautiful girl

between the curls of the sheets and the straightness of your hair

thrown with the frenzy of your gaze

enchanted by the heat of the perfume of your charisma

searching for you looking into your captivating eyes

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you looked at me wanting a kiss, and then I wanted to make you blush

you looked at me wanting a kiss, and then I wanted to make you blush

following the course of the fire in the chest

savoring what the aroma of your skin told me

you continued and now your lips were sweet, attractive

mischievous

your hair began to sink in the wind

you allowed the sun to warm it, shine, melting me

seducing me

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