The quest

What if we had discovered absolute, complete, genuine, pure love? What if our quest for that perfect match, quest that has lasted over four decades, were finally over?
How would we feel? How would we know?
Would we feel relieved or sad, excited or satisfied?

Love is about being curious. Love is about exploration. Loving you makes me feel like the first astronaut on the moon, or a sailor discovering a desert island – in awe in front of so much beauty, my heart pounding, my eyes blurred by emotional tears, with a desire to cherish, getting to know and adore this newfound land, never wanting to leave it.
You are my moon, you are my desert island, I am your pioneer.
I don’t want our quest to be over. We found each other, our paths have met, we experienced love at first… email… only to be confirmed by our very first kiss. The love exploration is only beginning.
If you were my moon, I would visit every crater and every sea, pick every stone and feel every bit of moondust between my fingers.
If you were my island, I would taste all the delicate pieces of fruit growing on you, I would sunbathe on all your sandy beaches and swim in your blue waters.

Our quest is not over baby. Our love is magic. Our mutual discovery is a blessing. We discovered new beautiful and rich land, we want to stay there, and we will as long as our pioneering mind drives us. We may never know exactly how powerful our love is, but we will and must keep looking for the answer.

Le doute

Recueil : Nouvelles poésies (1829)

Être d’un seul mortel la première pensée, 
Être le seul désir de son âme embrasée, 
De ses pensers nombreux être l’unique objet, 
Former son univers et son bonheur secret ; 

Être de ses beaux jours l’unique jouissance, 
Être dans ses chagrins son unique espérance, 
Son plaisir le plus vif et l’âme de sa vie, 
Son plus doux avenir et son unique envie ; 

Posséder sur ses sens un pouvoir absolu, 
Être tout son amour et sa seule vertu, 
Et douter un moment de tant de jouissance, 
Douter de son bonheur, douter de sa constance 
C’est donner la douleur pour prix de son amour, 
C’est détruire sa vie et son cœur en un jour.

Claude-Charles Pierquin de Gembloux

Addicted


Your love
Like a drug
Always want more
Always need more

Our moments
So special
Travelling at the speed of light
To our secret world

Getting high
No external means
Just us
Time is counted

Eroticism
Mind connection
Sex, a lot of it
Sensuality

Time is up
Back to reality
Crashing down heavily
Pain

Until next time
In the mean time
Emptiness and jealousy
Imagination and expectation

Your love
Like a drug
So pure
Highly addictive

1000 years

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Take me to Venus, take me to Mars
Take me to the most remote planet in the universe
May the journey be the longest possible
1000 years or more

Together alone in this space rocket
We would look out the window
And admire the infinity before our eyes
As endless as the love between us

The journey would be delightful
Full of love, smiles, and tenderness
We would kiss and make love
As many times as there are stars in the sky

Take me away baby
Let me hold you, let me kiss you
Wherever we go
I love you for a thousand years

Missing you

Missing you is like
Being short of breath
Both quite painful and
Exhilarating 

Missing you gives me
A smile on my face
Makes my heart beat fast
Brings tears to my eyes

Missing you makes me
Dream of happy times
Past and future too
Makes my hands tremble

Missing you sometimes 
Hurts so much inside
That I wish you were
Present by my side

Missing you can turn
Into ecstasy
And intense pleasure
When we finally
See each other

For all these reasons
I want to very much
Keep missing you for
As long as you love me

Love journey

Our love is our journey
No final destination
Our only aim should be
Desire, lust and passion

We’ll travel to every town
And make love in all the parks
From L.A to Manhattan
In daytime or when it’s dark

I want to taste your body
On top of a high mountain
On a white beach by the sea
Or lyin’ on an open plain

We would look up holding hands
Until darkness fills the sky
With millions of tiny stars
Visit them all we would try

Our love is our journey
No final destination
But does it matter really
As long as we are as one

Sensualité

Mon amour, ma merveille
Chaque moment près de toi
Tous mes sens tu éveilles
Tout mon etre en émoi

Le goût de tes baisers
Sucrés, raffinés, tel
Un dessert étoilé
Auréolé de miel

Ta peau d’une telle douceur
Que mes mains en tremblottent
Vraiment un pur bonheur
Sur une mer d’amour je flotte

Tu es une symphonie
T’écouter est planant
Quand tu parles ou bien ris
Ou respires en dormant

Ton parfum comme une rose
Au printemps juste éclose
Je suis bien dans tes bras
Blottis tout contre toi

Puis le plaisir des yeux
Ton visage ton regard
Ton corps, je fais un voeux
Pouvoir poser mes yeux
Un jour sur toi chaque soir