Vendredi 14 août 5 14 /08 /Août 14:10





I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride
Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight
I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out
I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run
Your mom don't know that you were missing
She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I've been kissing
Screamin'

[CHORUS]
No, we're never gonna quit
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we're animals
No, no matter where we go
'Cause everybody knows
We're just a couple of animals

So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Check out the trouble we're in

You're beside me on the seat
Got your hand between my knees
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze
It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears
By now, no doubt that we were heading south
I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth
'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch
It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch
I'm screamin'

[CHORUS]

So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Look at the trouble we're in

We were parked out by the tracks
We're sitting in the back
And we just started getting busy
When she whispered "what was that?"
The wind, I think 'cause no one else knows where we are
And that was when she started screamin'
"That's my dad outside the car!"
Oh please, the keys, they're not in the ignition
Must have wound up on the floor while
we were switching our positions
I guess they knew that she was missing
As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing
Screamin'

[CHORUS]

So come on baby, get in
We're just a couple of animals
Get in, just get in
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Check out the trouble we're in
Get in, just get in

Par Noor Delice - Publié dans : Un peu de Musique
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Vendredi 14 août 5 14 /08 /Août 14:05



There's a devil waiting outside your door (How much longer?)
There's a devil waiting outside your door (How much longer?)
And he's bucking and braying and pawing at the floor (How much longer?)
And he's howling with pain, crawling up the walls (How much longer?)
There's a devil waiting outside your door (How much longer?)
And he's weak with evil and broken by the world (How much longer?)
And he's shouting your name and asking for more (How much longer?)
There's a devil waiting outside your door (How much longer?)

Loverman! Since the world began
Forever, amen, till the end of time, yeah
Take off that dress, oh
I'm coming down, yeah
I'm your loverman, yeah
'cause I am what I am what I am what I am what I am

L is for LOVE, baby
O is for ONLY you that I do
V is for loving VIRTUALLY everything that you are
E is for loving almost EVERYTHING that you do
R is for RAPE me
M is for MURDER me
A is for ANSWERING all of my prayers
N is for KNOWING your loverman's going to be the answer to all of yours

Loverman! Till the bitter end
While the empires burn down
Forever and ever and ever, ever, amen
I'm your loverman
So help me, baby
So help me, baby
'cause I am what I am what I am what I am what I am
I'm your loverman

There's a devil crawling along your floor (How much longer?)
There's a devil crawling along your floor (How much longer?)
With a trembling heart, he's coming through your door (How much longer?)
With his straining sex in his jumping paw (How much longer?)
Ooh, there's a devil crawling along your floor (How much longer?)
And he's old and he's stupid and he's hungry and he's sore
And he's blind and he's lame and he's dirty and he's poor
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more (How much longer?)
There's a devil crawling along your floor

Loverman! Haha! And here I stand
Forever, amen
'cause I am what I am what I am what I am, hey
Forgive me, baby
My hands are tied
And I got no choice, no, no, no, no
I got no choice, no choice at all

I'll say it again
L is for LOVE, baby
O is for OH yes I do
V is for VIRTUE, so I ain't gonna hurt you
E is for EVEN if you want me to
R is for RENDER unto me, baby
M is for that which is MINE
and
A is for ANY old how, darling
and
N is for ANY old time

Loverman! Yeah, yeah, yeah! I got a masterplan, yeah
To take off your dress, yeah
And be your man, be your man, hey
Seize the throne, haha
Seize the mantle
Seize that crown, yeah
'cause I am what I am what I am what I am, that's I am
I'm your loverman

There's a devil laying by your side (How much longer?)
There's a devil laying by your side (How much longer?)
You might think he's asleep, but take a look at his eyes (How much longer?)
And he wants you, darling, to be his bride (How much longer?)
Yeah, there's a devil laying by your side (How much longer?)

Loverman! Loverman! Loverman!
I'll be your loverman!
Till the end of the time!
Till the empires burn down!
Forever, amen
I'll be your loverman
I'll be your loverman
I'm your loverman
I'm your loverman
Yeah, I'm your loverman
I'm your loverman
Loverman
I'm your loverman
I'm your loverman
I'm your loverman
Yeah, I'm your loverman
Yes, I'm your loverman
Loverman
Loverman
Loverman
Forever, amen
Loverman
Loverman (How much longer?)
Par Noor Delice - Publié dans : Un peu de Musique
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Vendredi 14 août 5 14 /08 /Août 14:00





Sous la fauve toison dressée en auréole
À la base du ventre obscène et triomphant,
Le Mont de Vénus, pur ainsi qu’un front d’enfant,
Brille paisiblement dans sa blancheur créole.
 
J’ose à peine le voir et l’effleurer du doigt ;
Sa pulpe a la douceur des paupières baissées
Sa pieuse clarté sublime les pensées
Et sanctifie au coeur ce que la chair y voit.
 
Ne t’étonne pas si ma pudeur m’empêche
De ternir l’épiderme exquis de cette pêche,
Si j’ai peur, si je veux l’adorer simplement
 
Et, penché peu à peu dans les cuisses ouvertes,
Baiser ton Vénusberg comme un saint sacrement
Tel que Tannhäuser baisant les branches vertes.

 

                                                                                            Pierre Louÿs

Par Noor Delice - Publié dans : Louÿs, 1870-1925
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Vendredi 14 août 5 14 /08 /Août 12:54

                  Peinture: Alexandre Cabanel "Nymphe et Satyre"


Quoique tes sourcils méchants
Te donnent un air étrange
Qui n'est pas celui d'un ange,
Sorcière aux yeux alléchants,
 
Je t'adore, ô ma frivole,
Ma terrible passion !
Avec la dévotion
Du prêtre pour son idole.
 
Le désert et la forêt
Embaument tes tresses rudes,
Ta tête a les attitudes
De l'énigme et du secret.
 
Sur ta chair le parfum rôde
Comme autour d'un encensoir ;
Tu charmes comme le soir,
Nymphe ténébreuse et chaude.
 
Ah ! les philtres les plus forts
Ne valent pas ta paresse,
Et tu connais la caresse
Qui fait revivre les morts !
 
Tes hanches sont amoureuses
De ton dos et de tes seins,
Et tu ravis les coussins
Par tes poses langoureuses.
 
Quelquefois, pour apaiser
Ta rage mystérieuse,
Tu prodigues, sérieuse,
La morsure et le baiser ;
 
Tu me déchires, ma brune,
Avec un rire moqueur,
Et puis tu mets sur mon coeur
Ton oeil doux comme la lune.
 
Sous tes souliers de satin,
Sous tes charmants pieds de soie,
Moi, je mets ma grande joie,
Mon génie et mon destin,
 
Mon âme par toi guérie,
Par toi, lumière et couleur !
Explosion de chaleur
Dans ma noire Sibérie !


                                                                                         Baudelaire

Par Noor Delice - Publié dans : Baudelaire, 1821-1867
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Vendredi 14 août 5 14 /08 /Août 11:01


                                                                 Foto prise sur http://www.celestissima.org/yoni/


Cette dentelle, affirmation de ta féminité,
Quand le jean unisexe et râpeux
Traîne au sol en bouchon,
Si fine et qui accroche si fort mes doigts à toi
Trempée du sexe qui coule de désir.
 
Cette dentelle, blanc sur blanc
En bas de ton ventre,
Où mes lèvres s’attachent,
Sous laquelle je sens ton désir s‘arrondir
Quand je le gonfle sous ma langue.
 
Cette dentelle qui s’envole dans la chambre
Pleine de ton odeur, de ton odeur d’envie
De mes mains, de mes lèvres, de mon sexe,
De ta faim, de ta soif de plaisir,
Si fragile et si pleine de toi.
 
Cette dentelle si remplie de moi
A en craquer et que j’écarte un peu
Pour venir en toi sans en perdre le contact,
Quand ce n’est pas toi,
Dans ton impatience de moi,
 
Qui l’ouvre avant de me prendre
A pleine main pour me glisser en toi.
Cette dentelle qui alors se tache
De ta jouissance et de la mienne,
Qui te fait comme un souvenir le jour durant.
 
Cette dentelle, c’est là sa seule utilité,
De retenir les coulures chaudes
De la réminiscence d’un orgasme
Joyeusement partagé,
Que tu gardes en haut de tes cuisses.


                                                                            François d'Alayrac

Par Noor Delice
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