\u00d4 ne blasph\u00e8me pas, po\u00e8te, et souviens-toi.
\nCertes la femme est bien, elle vaut qu\u2019on la baise,
\nSon cul lui fait honneur, encor qu\u2019un brin ob\u00e8se
\nEt je l\u2019ai savour\u00e9 maintes fois, quant \u00e0 moi.<\/p>\n
Ce cul (et les t\u00e9tons) quel nid \u00e0 nos caresses !
\nJe l\u2019embrasse \u00e0 genoux et l\u00e8che son pertuis
\nTandis que mes doigts vont fouillant dans l\u2019autre puits
\nEt les beaux seins, combien cochonnes leurs paresses !<\/p>\n
Et puis, il sert, ce cul, encor, surtout au lit
\nComme adjuvant aux fins de coussins, de sous-ventre,
\nDe ressort \u00e0 boudin du vrai ventre pour qu\u2019entre
\nPlus avant l\u2019homme dans la femme qu\u2019il \u00e9lit,<\/p>\n
J\u2019y d\u00e9lasse mes mains, mes bras aussi, mes jambes,
\nMes pieds. Tant de fra\u00eecheur, d\u2019\u00e9lastique rondeur
\nM\u2019en font un reposoir d\u00e9sirable o\u00f9, r\u00f4deur,
\nPar instant le d\u00e9sir sautille en v\u0153ux ingambes.<\/p>\n
Mais comparer le cul de l\u2019homme \u00e0 ce bon cu
\n\u00c0 ce gros cul moins voluptueux que pratique
\nLe cul de l\u2019homme fleur de joie et d\u2019esth\u00e9tique
\nSurtout l\u2019en proclamer le serf et le vaincu,<\/p>\n
\u00ab C\u2019est mal, \u00bb a dit l\u2019amour. Et la voix de l\u2019Histoire.
\nCul de l\u2019homme, honneur pur de l\u2019Hellade et d\u00e9cor
\nDivin de Rome vraie et plus divin encor,
\nDe Sodome morte, martyre pour sa gloire.<\/p>\n
Shakspeare, abandonnant du coup Oph\u00e9lia,
\nCord\u00e9lia, Desd\u00e9mona, tout son beau sexe
\nChantait en vers magnificents qu\u2019un sot s\u2019en vexe
\nLa forme masculine et son alleluia.<\/p>\n
Les Valois \u00e9taient fous du m\u00e2le et dans notre \u00e8re
\nL\u2019Europe embourgeois\u00e9e et f\u00e9minine tant
\nN\u00e9anmoins admira ce Louis de Bavi\u00e8re,
\nLe roi vierge au grand c\u0153ur pour l\u2019homme seul battant.<\/p>\n
La Chair, m\u00eame, la chair de la femme proclame
\nLe cul, le vit, le torse et l\u2019\u0153il du fier Puceau,
\nEt c\u2019est pourquoi d\u2019apr\u00e8s le conseil \u00e0 Rousseau,
\nIl faut parfois, po\u00e8te, un peu \u00ab quitter la dame \u00bb.<\/p>\n
1891.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[265],"poems-book":[264],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[240],"class_list":["post-3061","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-265","poems-book-hombres","poete-paul-verlaine"],"yoast_head":"\n