BOUCHE

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BOUCHE. 

                                               Au jardin des ouches

                                               Où fleurit  ta bouche

                                               En fruit de sucre,

                                               Voleur de lucre

                                               J’aimerai parfois

                                               Y dérober, moi

                                               Un baiser soleil,

                                               Un baiser d’abeille,

                                               Un baiser de miel.

 

                                               Dans l’arène va

                                               De la muleta

                                               Des lèvres, le rire

                                               Fou à conquérir

                                               Que j’aimerai, moi

                                               Y gagner parfois

                                               Un baiser de peur,

                                               Un baiser de cœur,

                                               Un baiser bonheur.

 

                                               Au grand boulevard

                                               Du palais bavard

                                               Éclot la parole

                                               Pour le moins frivole,

                                               J’aimerai parfois

                                               Y déposer, moi

                                               Un baiser profond,

                                               Un baiser sans fond,

                                               Un baiser sans nom.

                                   

                                               Devant la vitrine

                                               Aux dents opalines,

                                               Bonbons convoités,

                                               Goût acidulé,

                                               Que j’aimerai, moi

                                               Y croquer parfois

                                               Un baiser  de feu,

                                               Un baiser de gueux,

                                               Un baiser heureux.

 

                                              

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