Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon cœur amoureux:
Retiens les griffes de ta patte,
Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux,
Mêlés de métal et d'agate.

Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir
Ta tête et ton dos élastique,
Et que ma main s'enivre du plaisir
De palper ton corps électrique,

Je vois ma femme en esprit; son regard,
Comme le tien, aimable bête,
Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard.

Et, des pieds jusques à la tête,
Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum
Nagent autour de son corps brun.

Charles Baudelaire, Les fleurs du mal

_{Vieni bel gatto, vieni sul mio cuore amoroso;
Trattieni i tuoi artigli
Ch'io mi sprofondi dentro i tuoi begli occhi d'agata e metallo.
Quando a bell'agio le mie dita a lungo
Ti carezzan la testa e il dorso elastico,
E gode la mia mano ebbra al toccare il tuo corpo elettrico,
Vedo in spirito la mia donna:
Profondo e freddo come il tuo, il suo sguardo, bestia amabile,
Penetra tagliente come fosse una freccia,
E dai piedi alla testa
Una sottile aria, rischioso effluvio,
Tutt'intorno gira al suo corpo bruno.}

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I will always love you to the core.. for ever and ever and ever until my last breath.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H.Auden