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.
ksdmediamania –
So weird that people think this smells like O- it smells nothing like O to me.. La petite mort smells like a sexy version of baby powder. O smells like dreamy, creamy, skin drizzled with sweet honey, its sweet intoxication. La petit mort is a very feminine, powdery, hint of floral type of smell. I would wear la petite mort going to a tea party. I would wear O mixed with perversion going to a swingers party. Please re-stock O!
desi.hope –
Beautiful bright fragrance. Doesn’t have a lot of throw but I prefer to not leave a trail of scent. I have to reapply often but it’s worth it because it’s so uplifting yet sexy
Katie –
Yes, rather like O. I much prefer this scent, which has much more dimension. It has the honey-like sweetness and warmth of O, but with some floral and musky notes thrown into the mix. I bet more people would try it if the description were a little more explicit! Definitely give it a try, folks. Easy to wear and sexy.
stephaniesherm2 –
This is a very pretty and subtle oil on me. It is balanced, sensual, and sweet without ever being too much. I feel like this is one fragrance that you’d have to be close to the wearer to really get the full effect of (which I guess is sort of the point.) None of the notes overpower, but instead blend together so harmoniously that it doesn’t even feel like I’m wearing perfume.
flushedwithglee –
Very sensual and sexy. It does remind me of O like other reviewers have said, but I get a stronger floral note in this. Like a sultry evening on an exotic island, with a flower behind your ear and a beau at your side.
Sara –
On my skin it smells just like O – like sex and baby powder and honey – but with the addition of sexy, jasmine-esque ylang ylang. Gorgeous.