Jeanluc is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, London Architecture, Midnight Ramblers, New York City and Photographic France.
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A chills and quiver the surrounds curves of your body, / Along with mists that induce mobility by luring along your skin,
love seeks to fetch, / but its thirst never comes, / its yearn not fulfilled, / its lips yet humm, / vibrations left on palms, / out of touch hands, / stop, / out of breath, / i have come undone.
a slight share of a moments in time forseen in seconds, / collapse on your prescense: / immobilizing reactions allowing prominent prescense to win back control, / that hides in a persistent state
deep sighs sounds of whisper of your deep sleep as sounds of winter night is near, temptation of departing hisses again and again time misses
on a glimpse of the eye we see it pass by, once in our hands at another vanished at a glance, the distance apart drills sensations to my temples to minimize its affection on my gentle sense of humor
Never vulnerable and is never held back, / only one thing, it gives life, / and we can’t live without it.”