Un r\u00eave de cuisses de femmes
\nAyant pour ciel et pour plafond
\nLes culs et les cons de ces dames
\nTr\u00e8s beaux, qui viennent et qui vont.<\/p>\n
Dans un ballon de jupes gaies
\nSur des airs gentils et cochons ;
\nEt les culs vous ont de ces raies,
\nEt les cons vous ont des manchons !<\/p>\n
Des bas blancs sur quels mollets fermes
\nSi rieurs et si bandatifs
\nAvec, en haut, sans fins, ni termes
\nCe train d\u2019app\u00e2ts en pendentifs,<\/p>\n
Et des bottines bien cambr\u00e9es
\nMoulant des pieds grands juste assez
\nM\u00e8nent des danses mesur\u00e9es
\nEn pas vifs, comme un peu lass\u00e9s.<\/p>\n
Une sueur particuli\u00e8re
\nSentant \u00e0 la fois bon et pas,
\nFoutre et mouille, et trouduculi\u00e8re,
\nEt haut de cuisse, et bas de bas,<\/p>\n
Flotte et vire, joyeuse et molle,
\nM\u00eal\u00e9e \u00e0 des parfums de peau
\n\u00c0 nous rendre la t\u00eate folle
\nQue les youtres ont sans chapeau.<\/p>\n
Notez combien bonne ma place
\nSe trouve dans ce bal charmant :
\nJe suis par terre, et ma surface
\nSemble propice apparemment<\/p>\n
Aux app\u00e9tissantes danseuses
\nQui veulent bien, on dirait pour
\nTelles intentions farceuses,
\nTournoyer sur moi quand mon tour,<\/p>\n
Ce, par un extraordinaire
\nPrivil\u00e8ge en elles ou moi,
\nSans me faire mal, au contraire,
\nCar l\u2019aimable, le doux \u00e9moi<\/p>\n
Que ces cinq cent mille chatouilles
\nDe petons vous caracolant
\n\u00c0 m\u00eame les jambes, les couilles,
\nLe ventre, la queue et le gland !<\/p>\n
Les chants se taisent et les danses
\nCessent. Aussit\u00f4t les fessiers
\nDe mettre au pas leurs charmes denses.
\n\u00d4 ciel ! l\u2019un d\u2019entre eux, tu t\u2019assieds
\nJuste sur ma face, de sorte
\nQue ma langue entre les deux trous
\nDivins vague de porte en porte
\nAu pourchas de riches rago\u00fbts.<\/p>\n
Tous les derri\u00e8res \u00e0 la file
\nS\u2019en viennent g\u00e9n\u00e9reusement
\nM\u2019apporter, chacun en son style,
\nCe vrai banquet d\u2019un vrai gourmand.<\/p>\n
Je me r\u00e9veille, je me touche ;
\nC\u2019est bien moi, le pouls au galop.
\nLe nom de Dieu de fausse couche !
\nLe nom de Dieu de vrai salop !<\/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":[267],"poems-book":[266],"poemes-theme":[438],"poete":[240],"class_list":["post-3087","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-267","poems-book-femmes","poemes-theme-erotisme","poete-paul-verlaine"],"yoast_head":"\n