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The Cheshire Cat
Dress you up, live into me.
My nipple, yes you may suck it, you can even nibble it. Rub it slowly, my velvet is not deaf. Take a mouthful of my daily wine, lick my hoofs,
rub me in the way of the canvas. Now, tear me up, bite me, scratch me, let me rove your crotch, I lap it up, I slap it, I’m approaching
to your hairy mount, I’m Glancing at its velvetiness and come to bite the cherry gorged of love.
Your flapping is getting overheated, you’re moaning, you’re wriggling, feel my belly.
More ermines, more petting, more clumsiness, more whispering, more licks. I’m an animal.
No! More than that!
My tree doesn’t grow anymore but it lives a perpetual spring, with hairy feet, nacked on his head, so nacked...
Your hairy fruit, I taste it, I’m pursuing it and I stop it. It blows up, it breathes, it awakes, Meadow little rat,
you are gambolling, you are ridding my figure.
Mmmh it cracks the pelvis. It wriggles the tip of breasts, it marvels, it flies away from tides. We are wrapping,
we are scratching, I come with fangs and I skewer you like a tramp, I’m mocking but you’re just playing the victim.
A satyr may hide fifteen others.
More love, more sensuality, the empire of sense is vast and non-agreed. A tabu, a material, a large choice of taste.
A pound, a complete furnace. A quibblering and simpering cat. There is no shortcut to pleasure,
so much and so little in the same time.
I want more, always!
I tick your words off, your good sisters in nylons, your wrilling feet on my chest. Your half-open mouth, I hear you shrieking or slandering and yet,
your beauty is all I can see. I’m obsessed by it, a growing obsession willing to tie you up. But every single cat is wild, it has to be fed for it comes to purr.
A warm and sweet substance who will allow it to express itself at his like.
Until to show its claws.
No, don’t remove your hand, let me bite it a little bit more. Don’t worry, I will not leave any trace, unless you may have the envy 'Quoth the cat'.
Cheshire
Raphaël Faure
Trad. Samy Jouini
My nipple, yes you may suck it, you can even nibble it. Rub it slowly, my velvet is not deaf. Take a mouthful of my daily wine, lick my hoofs,
rub me in the way of the canvas. Now, tear me up, bite me, scratch me, let me rove your crotch, I lap it up, I slap it, I’m approaching
to your hairy mount, I’m Glancing at its velvetiness and come to bite the cherry gorged of love.
Your flapping is getting overheated, you’re moaning, you’re wriggling, feel my belly.
More ermines, more petting, more clumsiness, more whispering, more licks. I’m an animal.
No! More than that!
My tree doesn’t grow anymore but it lives a perpetual spring, with hairy feet, nacked on his head, so nacked...
Your hairy fruit, I taste it, I’m pursuing it and I stop it. It blows up, it breathes, it awakes, Meadow little rat,
you are gambolling, you are ridding my figure.
Mmmh it cracks the pelvis. It wriggles the tip of breasts, it marvels, it flies away from tides. We are wrapping,
we are scratching, I come with fangs and I skewer you like a tramp, I’m mocking but you’re just playing the victim.
A satyr may hide fifteen others.
More love, more sensuality, the empire of sense is vast and non-agreed. A tabu, a material, a large choice of taste.
A pound, a complete furnace. A quibblering and simpering cat. There is no shortcut to pleasure,
so much and so little in the same time.
I want more, always!
I tick your words off, your good sisters in nylons, your wrilling feet on my chest. Your half-open mouth, I hear you shrieking or slandering and yet,
your beauty is all I can see. I’m obsessed by it, a growing obsession willing to tie you up. But every single cat is wild, it has to be fed for it comes to purr.
A warm and sweet substance who will allow it to express itself at his like.
Until to show its claws.
No, don’t remove your hand, let me bite it a little bit more. Don’t worry, I will not leave any trace, unless you may have the envy 'Quoth the cat'.
Cheshire
Raphaël Faure
Trad. Samy Jouini
Published 29th Dec 2013
| Edited 3rd Jan 2014
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29th Dec 2013 5:04pm
hey! English is not my Mother tongue so I'm interested to have your comments if there is any fault or ambiguity in the text
thanks! :)
thanks! :)
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29th Dec 2013 10:07pm
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30th Dec 2013 10:53am
wow! i didn't suspect a thing and when i got to the bottom where it says you don't speak English i was surprised. wonderful poem though, and i don't see any errors.
1st Jan 2014 11:26pm
thank you very much :) a friend helped me for the translation but we weren't sur for a few lines
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