to lose themselves in its eyes, to still offer its body
to be just happy, the space of a few hours
to give up itself completely, with this indecent desire,
with this rain of pleasure which returns to us so alive
by closing the eyes, by opening them a little
while frissonant initially, while trembling then
just because our bodies did not choose the escape
to smell its hands everywhere, its breath in my neck
my indiscreet caresses, in search of this whole
making undoubtedly insane
and then...
it is time to leave
to turn over to the port
to take again the ship
of a life carrying out undoubtedly to death