Cabaret heart

Cabaret heart

A Poem by A BOUT DE SOUFLE 1960 _L' ETRE ET NEANT 1943

At black white suit
Lips are maybe too rude
Eyes hypnotize my soul
She sing at her new role
Music of noble angels
End of any dangers
Smiling for beautiful strangers

At her hands are my fingers
She sit next to other tables
But she choose me
Cause her heart is her wisdom
Her legs show beauty of universe
I can feel hot breath
When she speak , and hold my back

Tongue swallowing red vine
And her voice sounds very fine
When she ask about my time
And point to up stairs
There is my room
Here is my key

Hot bathroom like her body
She wash me with swans wings
She want help me
Give me courage
Give me kiss

Sounds of wet pleasure
I can feel steamy floor
I can melt at her hot soul
I can feel her body at my hold
At next motion, all will be great

Fire flames
Inside her mouth
She melt me to her universe
I can became her lover on forever
She take me up to her heaven

At her palm
Dreamy rabbit
After long kiss
Taste of wedding vine
Taste of her at mine

© 2017 A BOUT DE SOUFLE 1960 _L' ETRE ET NEANT 1943

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Added on March 25, 2017
Last Updated on October 31, 2017