Corporelle
Nue,
Forme en
mouvement,
Un parfum
sur mes lèvres,
Un corps mesuré
dans la nuit,
Doucement m’effleure
les sens,
Corporelle.
Doucement son
corps m’emportant,
Sous un
bruit de satin rouge,
Une effigie
de son corps aux reflets colorés,
Reflétant
sur les murs de la chambre,
Corporelle.
Je ne suis
plus moi ici,
M’envoutant
d’avantage,
Mon corps
devient captif d’une image,
Je suis perdu,
seul avec elle dans cette chambre,
Corporelle.
Je sens un filet
ce refermer sur moi,
L’amour ma
pris dans les sens d’une femme,
Mes lèvres
effleurées aux siennes,
Comme un
enfant éperdu d’une image,
Corporelle.
Son corps
se lissant sur ma peau,
Envoutant mon
être à elle,
Je la prends
comme une condamnée a moi,
Attachant ses
liens à mon corps,
Corporelle.
Acheminant les
mouvements serrés,
Les corps dévergondé
de sens,
Je pénètre âprement
son corps,
Un cri surgi
menottant nos hardiesses pénétrantes,
Corporelle.
Les corps allongés,
Doucement ses
lèvres aux repos sur les miennes,
Je caresse
son corps endormi,
Un semblant
de sommeil sur son visage, vibrent encore,
Corporelle.
NICOLLE
Edmond le 25.05.2013
Créateur de
poésies depuis 1973
Body
naked
Moving form,
Perfume on my lips,
A measured at night body
Gently touches my senses,
Body.
His body gently taking me
Under a noise red satin
An effigy of her body with colorful reflections
Reflecting on the walls of the room,
Body.
I am no longer myself here
Bewitching me more,
My body becomes captive of an image,
I'm lost, alone with her in the room,
Body.
I feel a thread that close on me,
Love took me in the direction of a woman,
Touched my lips to hers,
As a wild child of an image,
Body.
His body preening on my skin,
My captivating be it,
I take it as a doomed to me,
Attaching ties to my body,
Body.
Routing tight movements
The wanton body sense
I penetrate his body fiercely,
A cry arose penetrating handcuffing our boldness,
Body.
The elongated body,
Gently to rest his lips on mine,
I stroked her sleeping body
A semblance of sleep on his face, still vibrate,
Body.
NICOLLE Edmond 25.05.2013
Creator of poetry since 1973
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.blogspot.fr/
naked
Moving form,
Perfume on my lips,
A measured at night body
Gently touches my senses,
Body.
His body gently taking me
Under a noise red satin
An effigy of her body with colorful reflections
Reflecting on the walls of the room,
Body.
I am no longer myself here
Bewitching me more,
My body becomes captive of an image,
I'm lost, alone with her in the room,
Body.
I feel a thread that close on me,
Love took me in the direction of a woman,
Touched my lips to hers,
As a wild child of an image,
Body.
His body preening on my skin,
My captivating be it,
I take it as a doomed to me,
Attaching ties to my body,
Body.
Routing tight movements
The wanton body sense
I penetrate his body fiercely,
A cry arose penetrating handcuffing our boldness,
Body.
The elongated body,
Gently to rest his lips on mine,
I stroked her sleeping body
A semblance of sleep on his face, still vibrate,
Body.
NICOLLE Edmond 25.05.2013
Creator of poetry since 1973
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.blogspot.fr/
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