Sacred (Sacrée)

She imports the muse
And if it amuses you
Perceive my cable
And taste my delicacy

We will have as many
What does time give us?
And if I deliver you
We will write a book

So that by turning its pages
You pick the fruit there
Of my fickle mind
And its fantasies

You will see yourself unwise
And often frenzied
Sometimes even delivered
To the passing friend

And in these scenes
Then you will be the queen
And we will come to see you
In the mirror games

Showing off your body
Delivering your pleasures
Playing with these settings
Adorning your beauty

And, jewel in the box
Colors and sounds
Screams, jerks
You will have a thrill

When you feel
That beyond this body
It is your enchanted soul
Who will still dictate

It will be given to us
Behind these pleasures
To feel sacred
Our complicity

That of the essential
And the existential
That of lived art
Which magnifies the ass.

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