Roses, vin, rubis rougissants,
Au fond de moi : cœur rouge sang.
Je voudrais être tout autour
Le rouge corail qui tes lèvres touche,
Afin de baiser nuit et jour
Tes belles lèvres et ta bouche.
Ce ne seront jamais ces beautés de vignettes,
Produits avariés, nés d’un siècle vaurien,
Ces pieds à brodequins, ces doigts à castagnettes,
Qui sauront satisfaire un cœur comme le mien.
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