Mes Mots Tes Lèvres Douces

My words, your sweet lips
My stockings and your passages
My eyes, your wild hands
My fingers, your beautiful shores

My words, your sweet lips
My hips and your caresses
My screams, your clumsiness
My looks, your promises

My words, your sweet lips
My moods, your hours
My joys, your sweat
My innocence, your passions

My words, your sweet lips
My orders, your desires
My impulses, your smiles
My fantasies, your memories

My words, your sweet lips
My throat, your sobs
My scratches and your back
My law, your ideals

My words, your sweet lips
My dreams, your illusions
My shapes, your boundaries
My whispers, your prayers

My words, your sweet lips
My distress, your loins
My thirst and then your hands
My sleepless nights, your tomorrows

My words, your sweet lips
My curves, your silences
My pauses, your rhythms
My repeats, your dances

My words, your sweet lips
My glimmers, your hopes
My rights and your duties
My harmonies and your evenings

My words, your sweet lips
My flames, your sirens
My punishments, your pains
My Rodrigue, your Chimène

My words, your sweet lips
My undressing and your kisses
My curves and sways
My breaths, your touches

My words, your sweet lips
My flights, your honey
My elsewhere, your sky
My escapes, your beauties

My words, your sweet lips
My sunsets, your suns
My cuddles, your sleeps
My scent, your awakenings

My words, your sweet lips
My skin, your firmament
My voice, your howling winds
My loins, your oceans

My words, your sweet lips
My roses, your flowers of evil
My tricks, your heart races
My laughs, your carnival

My words, your sweet lips
My bridges and your sighs
My mountains and your wonders
My fronts and your battles