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I poured the hourglass into your black eyes
I would be for you the goddess
In the nectar which flows in the well of honey

My last glance I want whether he is for you
I wait for you I want you I belong to you


I am the slave of your desires
Of a beating of lash and I quench your envy
I perfume your iris of gasolines murder


My last glance I want whether he is for you
I wait for you I want you I belong to you

I plant in your heart the Cupidon dart
I offer you the earth, the sky, me the fair woman
My hunger and of you my end for you and I do not blaspheme


My last glance I want whether he is for you
I wait for you I want you I belong to you

It is you the fire it is you my blue ocean
I dive into the black of your eyes
I perpetual the nacelle in the brave flames


My last glance I want whether he is for you
I wait for you I want you I belong to you


To cross the time on its drive crazy veil
I put down our bodies on cosy one cloud
I become, I am, I shall be, your ideal


My last glance I want whether he is for you
I wait for you I want you I belong to you


To make of you king Nemrod? Yes I have this boldness
I shall cross the tower of Babel I am not afraid of aleas
On the courses of time, I build a miracle


My last glance I want whether he is for you
I wait for you I want you I belong to you



I make your Soul hatch in the settled time
Our bodies accuse our rhythmical bustles
Hours on the petals of well strewed flowers


My last glance I want whether he is for you
I wait for you I want you I belong to you


Elisabeth Vaury

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