Poeme : The Blazing Flame Of The Desire

I wake up the morning and everything comes back,
I love her, I love her ! what excitement, madness !
I remember, such desire, this shape, this back,
Was it real ? I am falling into craziness.

No false prudery, were dedicated to desire,
In a such lubricous ardour, our bodies merge,
Amazing feeling, perverse perhaps, what a fire,
Wishing more and more, where are we going to verge ?

Growing, growing, no, not yet let us savour more,
This travel to elsewhere to nothing, to heaven ?
There, we are gasping our breaths, sweating for an ore.
Then suddenly a burst, we disconnect, drunken…

Was it life or a little death ? perhaps a birth.
Calm has come back and it is time for affection
For our enlaced bodies, which want now smile and mirth.
The memory of this woman left paths : passion.

i wakə yp tə mɔʁniŋ ɑ̃d əvəʁitiŋ kɔmə bak,
i lɔvə εʁ, i lɔvə εʁ ! wa εksitəmɑ̃, madnεs !
i ʁəmɑ̃be, syk dəziʁə, ti ʃapə, ti bak,
was it ʁəal ? i am faliŋ ɛ̃to kʁazinεs.

no falsə pʁydəʁi, wəʁə dədikatεd to dəziʁə,
ɛ̃ a syk lybʁikusz- aʁduʁ, uʁ bɔdi mεʁʒə,
amaziŋ filiŋ, pεʁvεʁsə pεʁap, wa a fiʁə,
wiʃiŋ mɔʁə ɑ̃d mɔʁə, wəʁə aʁə wə ɡuiŋ to vεʁʒə ?

ɡʁɔwiŋ, ɡʁɔwiŋ, no, no iε lεt ys savuʁ mɔʁə,
ti tʁavεl to εlsεwəʁə to nɔtiŋ, to əavɛ̃ ?
təʁə, wə aʁə ɡaspiŋ uʁ bʁəat, swəatiŋ fɔʁ ɑ̃ ɔʁə.
tɛ̃ sydɑ̃li a byʁst, wə diskɔnεkt, dʁœ̃kɛ̃…

was it lifə ɔʁ a litlə dəat ? pεʁapz- a biʁt.
kalm-as kɔmə bak ɑ̃d it is timə fɔʁ afεksjɔ̃
fɔʁ uʁ ɑ̃lasεd bɔdi, wik wɑ̃ nɔw smilə ɑ̃d miʁt.
tə məmɔʁi ɔf ti wɔmɑ̃ lεft pat : pasjɔ̃.