The First Evening [Première Soirée]
The clothes were almost off… of her;
Outside, — a tree… too indiscreet
spies masterfully with any of its leaves
to see her closer, closer… [it got gaped].
Perched, on my enormous easy chair,
half nude, she clasped her hands.
Her feet were trembling on the floor
with that finesse, [a finesse as she is…].
I watched, — a waxed light's ray trapped
into a tiny branch outside the window
how's butterflying above her mouth, and
up, over her breast, so pride and ripened.
I kissed her delicately ankles.
She held a sweetly brutal laugh
which scattered into virgin trills —
a jolly laugh so crystalline…
Her feet hid under her chemise
revolted said, — 'please stop it!…'
But I laughed at her cries —
I knew she really liked it.
Her eye trembled beneath my lips,
but they've closed at my touch.
Her head went back; she cried:
'Oh, really! That's too much!
'My dear, I'm warning you…'
I stopped her protest with a kiss
and she laughed, low —
a laugh that wanted more than this…
The clothes were almost off… of her;
Outside, — a tree… too indiscreet
spies masterfully with any of its leaves
to see her closer, closer… [it got gaped].
translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon
