Bilboquet

I can imagine you
In the game or skipping rope
Whose turn is vicious
To make young girls’
dresses float.

I can see you
At the escarpolette
Older girls
Who let you guess
Every time they come and go
A little piece of flesh
Who seems quite happy
To get laid.

I can see you
In Blindman's buff
Blindfolded
Passing from hand to hand
Getting felt up
Guessing men
By touching their dicks.

I can see you
At the game of bilboquet
Open lecherous cunt 
Riding with me
Playing with my spear
And perched on my tassel
Making you jump.

Dance, I imagine you,
In these games imagine us.
But above all,
There is another game
To which I invite you
And which belongs to us.

A grand dame’s game
Where you are the queen
The game of being yourself
And always feeling
My great signs of love
And how much I love you.

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