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MOUTH
Every kiss
Is a kiss
Long-teethed soft lips
Do it better

HANDS
The grabbing touch of a virile yearning with a delicacy spreading out of nerves unused to comfort
Cleverly moving hands are clever hands. Clever hands seek digging spots. Clever hands dig gently.
Clever hands are erotic jokes hands.

Clever erotic hands speak for themselves.
They do.

THE LANGUAGE HE SPEAKS , HIS PAROLE
Practical jokes, ambiguity, solemn laughs
So as to build a bridge
Between words and the body of this something
The beast
On the back of which we travel through life

Words alone are boring, so we have images to describe, instead.
Silhouettes of actions
Sometimes beautifully arranged in a short cut film
That he can do, for you, by speaking
Nothing special, but a peculiar skill
Of switching protocols
And avoiding common-places, but not all

Registers are for sure perceived
As the memory of an obsolete hierarchy
a flair of the well-educated boy
In him is always present

And
He always pays his tribute
To classical Eros
He knows
How strange creatures women can become, in the wild

- All nurses are bitches all bitches are nurses
- Ah! a little dirty?
- Maybe

EYES.
The kind of adult looks
Out of which
He circumnavigates the on-going theatre
Sometimes so steady
Sometimes a little uncertain
Are, some other times, a trial-and-error sort of test
They explore worlds
And finally
Here it comes
Springing from the corners
The wild shine
The double flash
Of cold
White
Raw
Light
The perfectly focused eyes of the former beast, when hunting.