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Charles Baudelaire
I love, with pale beauty, your lowered eyebrows
From which darkness seems to flow
Your eyes, although very black , inspire me with thoughts
Which are not at all funereal
Your eyes, which agree with your black hair
With your elastic mane
br/>Your eyes, languidly tell me: If you want
Lover of the plastic muse
Follow the hope that in him we have excited
And all the tastes that you professes
You will be able to see our truth
From the navel to the buttocks
You will find at the end two beautiful, very heavy breasts
Two large bronze medals
br/>Under a plain belly, soft as velvet
Bistré like the skin of a bonze
A thick fleece which, truly, is the sister
Of this Huge hair
Soft and curly, and equal to you in thickness
Night without stars, Dark night.