Crippled crowned crowds crawling for a crate
Craving to cry in crystalized cradles

Formed of fires in a fidgeting frame,
Favor the finest flavor for your fate!



Bedtime in a bleak baby-like babble
Blessed on his bustier blasting the blames

Gently gathering her gorgeous gauntlet
Glad to be glazed in the glass of his gin!

Soothed by his sights for this serene sin
Secretly seduced by this spoiled piglet

Whooshing wooden wildness withering
On the willing winding ***** whispering!

December, 3, 2015
Lyon 2 University, France