. J’ai de toi plein la tête,J’ai de toi plein les mainsJ’ai du sang sur les doigtsEt ce sang c’est le mien…J’ai brisé les bouteillesQue tu avais vidéesEt fixé les tessonsLes yeux équarquillés.Dans ce rude combat Du verre contre la chairDès le départC’était tout à fait clairQue les probabilitésJouaient contre moiMalgré tout, ça ne m’a…… Continue reading Délétère….
. En braille sur la Soie de mon dos, Tu écris ta poésie Du bout des yeux. Dans le silence, Mon coeur s’épanche Espérance puérile De la rime D’un aveu… Et tes mots dansent, Et ton rire court Je m’ennivre de tout Ce qui sonne comme toi! Et si par malheur Je perdais un jour…… Continue reading Les mots sont inutiles…
. Je t’aime… Mais pas d’un amour Traditionnel, pas d’un Amour convenu Je ne serai pas celle Qui portera à son doigt La promesse de ton jonc Et qui aura la chance De partager ton nom… Mais je t’aime quand même, Au delà des conventions D’un amour rebel D’un amour polisson. D’un amour secret, Qui…… Continue reading Je t’aime…
. Sometimes I wonder if they would understand. I even wonder if you would. But in all honesty, how could you, when I don’t really get it myself? I have to admit that my mind was boggled, when you first started squatting the back of my head. You were uninvited, and didn’t seem to care…… Continue reading All the little things…
. When I touch myself Whilst thinking of you, I forget who These hands belong to… Eyes closed, dear Muse I seek your smell, I crave your voice I miss your silhouette! Yet again, my imagination Vastly suffices To raise me slowly but surely Closer to paradise… These growling moans All bear your name, You…… Continue reading When I touch myself…
. Sometimes, I think I invented you, out of the blue. Out of boredom maybe, or just because I needed you. An unwritten poem that lingered on my lips when I was about to surrender to sleep. Like a vaporous goodnight kiss, light as a feather brush. I might have painted you angel wings, while…… Continue reading My favorite curse….
. Sexy’s not usually Part of my vocabulary… But it so sticks to you, No matter who. You mumble, I stutter But don’t we connect? Our kindred feelings Are as good as it gets… Do you sometimes feel My lips pressed against mine As real as I feel It? Do you sometimes Wonder? What it…… Continue reading Sexy…
Absinthe dreams, Tingling liquid Fingertips Holding the key To the forbidden Land… I walk blinded, Wrist-bound And gagged… Following the Ethereal whispers Of old yearning Fantasies. Should I dare Dip a toe In your dark Waters, and Risk drowning In your haunting Gaze? Another drink, My mind swirls And for a moment I lean on…… Continue reading Absinthe dreams
. And I shall Exorcise This unsolicited Fantasy, By screaming it From the top Of my lungs Into a Pandora box Sealed shut, With a kiss… Never to be opened, Again!
. Oh! Please say my name… It is the sweetest of sounds, When it’s on your lips!
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