BLACK CAT POEMS
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translated by Jethro Bithell
WHEN to my powdered breasts I bent his brow,
How his voice trembled desperately! Surprise
Melted the hardness of his wicked eyes,
His heart was yielded now.
Up to my narrow smile his keen lips seethed,
Under my flowered hat's brim he flushed and paled,
My corsage, opened half, its scents exhaled,
Which he with panting breathed.
Then slipping from his hands his rings, while he
Bared to my kiss his teeth, with firm caress
And wheedling arms I held him motionless,
And said: Give them to me.
poems by Pierre Lièvre