TO JEAN-MICHEL (IF YOU WERE MADE OF VERSES)

The divine gift is in your hands
The breath of life is in your fingers
A single sound can melt the ice
A voice, a smile, and words that linger
Speak just for me, my darling
With softness and finesse
Together we shall ride the ocean
And I will be your temptress
Yield to temptation, my prince
Do not hesitate or ponder
Our bodies are like shields
Our souls are full of wonder
Divine is your touch, my Master
With dragons in your blood you rise
And every single dawn shall challenge
The very heart of beauty
With fire forever burning
In your deep and sultry eyes

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
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♥Jean-Michel Labadie♥ (Photo credit: © Jarle H. Moe)

FEVER

The extremities of this body
To marvel at and comfort
Perhaps to secretly desire
When time stands still

The sore limbs to regenerate
With soft kisses and the gentle touch
Of warm hands that linger
On the perfect skin
Translucent with a beauty so rare

The flesh suppressed by reason
Is no more
Replaced by drops of fire
And jasmine-scented ribbons
On healing fingertips

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
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Hippolyte Flandrin (1809-1864)
Nude Youth Sitting by the Sea, Study – 1836
Oil on canvas – H. 98; W. 124 cm
Paris, Musée du Louvre
© Musée du Louvre, Dist. RMN-Grand Palais / Angèle Dequier

THE ART OF BREATHING

Breathing the air,
Smelling the flowers withering in your hands

The vanishing silhouette of the day
Finally approaches the twilight of time

Inhale more air on your next breath
And make it last also for me

Breathe us in and forever whisper these words
While the air is filled with the scent of your luscious body

While we seek each other’s touch
In the cosmic void of a perpetual dream

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
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Statue Breathing Underwater
By Jason Decaires Taylor

THE PURPOSE OF YOUR SMILE

What could ever be the sweetest poison?
Who would ever sweep me off my feet?
All that is on earth belongs to you
Eternally imprisoned in a kiss so volatile
The heavens are shaken by a heart now doomed
Healed by a miracle, saved by your smile

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
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Jean-Michel’s healing smile

YOUR HAND

This is the only place where I feel safe
This is the only hand that keeps me sane

They are the monsters who betray
They never seem to care and never stay

I am the only victim in this charade
I have so many reasons to complain

Mother the only friend I do retain
Mother always inside my crazy brain

This is the only place where I feel safe
Yours the only hand that keeps me sane

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
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Photo Credits: Mario Duplantier © Gojira – February 2012

EROTIC

Erotic, the word painted on your chest
The tenderness, the sweetness
The touch that fills the emptiness

Erotic, the sign carved on perfect skin
The vow, the promise
The kiss that seals the deal

Erotic, the taste of your lips
The power, the possession
The rope that ties the obsession

Magnetic, the lasting look
Your eyes, your mouth
The whole of you that owns my world

Erotic and magnetic,
Vibrant and ascetic
You take and make your own
Desire present and never gone

Erotic like sin
Like open hands on wet skin
Erotic and unstoppable
Orgasmic, ecstatic, crazy spin

Erotic like pleasure
For willing preys to treasure
Suave and tireless
Erotic like my body ready to possess

And in the end it is all we want
To share and cherish and so on
We do the deed and never regret
The manic teasing and torment

Erotic, your childlike smile
Your manhood, your strength
You beauty, your essence
Your soul, oh, so mine!

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
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NIGHT DREAMS

Too late at night
Too late for us to sleep
These narrow walls
Hiding secrets and regrets
Cannot move or shake
But you have broken this silence
So loud and heavy
And I see everything
Perpetually and eternally
In this dream called life

© 2014 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
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DIVINE BASS PLAYER

DIVINE BASS PLAYER.

DIVINE BASS PLAYER

He is fire underneath your skin
He is wind above the melting sky
A valiant player who makes you want to sin
Skilful slayer of chords as soft as silk

He is water thick and heavy
To drown you with desire
And earth between your fingers
To swirl you into gyres

He is that smile, that crazy grin
He changes shapes but keeps seduction within
He roams this world spreading his virtuous seed
And when he plucks the strings on his bass guitar
My head explodes and my heart bleeds

Divine, o divine player:
What am I without his power?
Less than a woman, nothing but a prayer
Trapped in the iron walls of his insurmountable tower

© 2013 Fräulein H. & CanisTrigger Publishing (Sweden)
All rights reserved. 

Jean-Michel Labadie (Gojira), 2009