POEME, POAIMEE,POEMSENDING ONSELF IN VERSES (Poémée, Poaimée, mise en poème)

"Read and tell yourself: 'I feel like a poem!
Jean-Pierre poems me; I'm lucky to be loved.
I'm turned into a poem, yes, I'm poemed,
And I would be lost if I weren't poemed.

This verb is my gift; he invented it for me.
Why hasn't poetic art, which knows how to pamper us
With its beautiful phrases that adorn us,
Said until now that it poems us?

When he sends me in verses, I become poetry,
And it's in the deepest parts that he comes to visit me.
His words are caresses, and I have a beloved skin,
And my soul is in ecstasy because of his whimsy.

Around the edges of the sentence, he loves me in his own way,
With pretty words, sometimes very playful,
And he untangles his words to signify to me
That I make him excited to poem me.

I feel so touched that my soul becomes moist,
And his lubricated words easily penetrate me.
See how they come to me gently or violently,
And it is thanks to his pen that I feel like a woman.

Let him dare all the words and make me a wanton,
And I willingly let him love me, submit to his hand,
Let him turn me into a poem, and take me from behind.
When words become verses, we touch lived art.

Then, a sublime goddess of the divine order,
Beautiful as a rebel, and always honored,
Seeing words as endless jewels adorning me,
Reigning with pride to be poemed.

There, touched by beauty, see how satisfied I am,
And gladly I give myself to him,
To his words, to his skin, and to his poetry.
I feel so loved to be poemed.

I pity all those women who let themselves be possessed
Without knowing these words, and I encourage them,
Or whatever their age, to become sluts,
To let themselves be poemed.

To be turned into a poem, to feel penetrated,
To see their memory engraved in the twist of love,
Then to feel forged in eternity,
And embody the woman on the path of always."

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