Viens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde,
Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents;
Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants
Dans l’épaisseur de ta crinière lourde;
Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum
Ensevelir ma tête endolorie,
Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie,
Le doux relent de mon amour défunt.
Je veux dormir! dormir plutôt que vivre!
Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort,
J’étalerai mes baisers sans remords
Sur ton beau corps poli comme le cuivre.
Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaisés
Rien ne me vaut l’abîme de ta couche;
L’oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,
Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers.
À mon destin, désormais mon délice,
J’obéirai comme un prédestiné;
Martyr docile, innocent condamné,
Dont la ferveur attise le supplice,
Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur,
Le népenthès et la bonne ciguë
Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aiguë
Qui n’a jamais emprisonné de coeur.
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Come, lie upon my breast, cruel, insensitive soul,
Adored tigress, monster with the indolent air;
I want to plunge trembling fingers for a long time
In the thickness of your heavy mane,
To bury my head, full of pain
In your skirts redolent of your perfume,
To inhale, as from a withered flower,
The moldy sweetness of my defunct love.
I wish to sleep! to sleep rather than live!
In a slumber doubtful as death,
I shall remorselessly cover with my kisses
Your lovely body polished like copper.
To bury my subdued sobbing
Nothing equals the abyss of your bed,
Potent oblivion dwells upon your lips
And Lethe flows in your kisses.
My fate, hereafter my delight,
I’ll obey like one predestined;
Docile martyr, innocent man condemned,
Whose fervor aggravates the punishment.
I shall suck, to drown my rancor,
Nepenthe and the good hemlock
From the charming tips of those pointed breasts
That have never guarded a heart.
Red musk and sweat-damp golden skin musk with labdanum, golden amber, nutmeg, tobacco absolute, black orchid, and hemlock accord.
dragonfire_fairy –
This is a smell I didn’t like out of the bottle and I was so sad. It was too woody. But I put some on and its grown to be something I really love.
Its warm and woody, like you’re standing near the saw in a woodworking class. Once you put it on the Rose and labdanum make it darker, like someones oiled the wood with rose oil. It rides a line between being a sort of masculine wood but it always makes me feel warm inside when I wear it.
Hellokoi –
One of my favorites for a dark, resinous rose fragrance. The roses are sweet, heavy and blood red, the cedar is spicy, the teak a dark, polished and sensual wood note, and the labdanum giving it a rich, resinous sweetness. It’s a perfect fragrance for your evil puppets.
Nuri –
This was divisive in my house. I loved it, my heathen of a husband compared it to tiger balm. I smell warm woods with dried rose petals and later the earthiness of the laudanum. I have no idea what my husband is saying about tiger balm, but he hates it with a passion. I love it the same. I think if I just had it on and didn’t tell him about it he would like it more