Viens donc ma Muse
Et comme chaque dimanche matin
J'ouvre grand mes ailes
Viens danser avec les fauves
Et prends-moi sous l'aisselle
Plonge dans ma sueur matinale
Tu vois, tu sens le parfum
De la bête qui halète
Quand tu l'allaites de tes désirs secrets.
Cette bête qui dort en moi
Et qui te captive
Cette bête aux mille têtes et aux mille poils
Qui t'épient et que tu guettes
Par la fenêtre
Le parfum de cerf-lynx qui te hante
Une odeur oubliée qui t'obnubile
Une odeur de ton enfance
Comme une souffrance lancinante
Qui te trouble et t'exaspère
Une puanteur charnelle instinctive
Presque un fleuve liquide
Qui se répand comme une onde de rut
Et se faufile entres tes lèvres et narines
Sur les chemins pentus de l'extase.

Sens-moi épanche-toi
Hume-moi respire-moi
Renifle-moi
Essaie de deviner le nom de ce parfum :
Cocaïne de Lanvin ?
Fleurs du Mâle de Guerlain?
Encens Sauvage de Dior ?
Sang-dragon de Givenchy ?
Et si c'était simplement Cyprine de Muse
Que tu secrétais sous mes aisselles?

I like to think I'm mysterious dark leave you delirious like a dream but I'm just a ****** up girl, not a French girl, just a girl with wide eyes on SSRIs who wishes she could do pills again so that she could fly and people tell me I look like a model- a model of what? Of what not to do in life? Of ******* yourself? Of how to
crumble like a $5 forever 21 highlighter in the sun and
play with guns and
have too much fun until
the crash hits and the cigarette's lit and the mania wears off and it's just me myself and I all alone at home thinking of the next girl or guy,
        I'm not a French girl- I'm a throw a wrench in it girl, I smell like stress sweat and unpaid rent and guerlain perfume that I can't afford and all I want is to drown because I'm so ******* bored with FEELING! LIKE! ****! take another hit in the self esteem, an indica dream and cry in the shower where they can't hear you scream, no brother no father just a deadbeat daughter with eyeliner that slaughters and way too many people who've been beating up on her

The 34-year-old Russian model has admitted she applies beauty products to enhance her cheekbones and jaw line when she has to attend a formal discussion to make her look "older" and "more mature".

Speaking to Elle.com about her beauty regime, the blonde beauty - who has starred in fashion campaigns for luxury designer brands including Givenchy, Prada and Calvin Klein - said: "There's no particular routine. I keep my skin clean and moisturized. A product I swear by is [Guerlain] Super Aqua Serum, so maybe this is my secret.

"It's also genetics and a healthy lifestyle. I think it's really about using the right products and looking after your skin. And putting on makeup that doesn't make your skin look like it's caked on. My two favorite products are Lingerie De Peau BB Cream, and in the winter I use Météorites Baby Glowfoundation. It smells so good. The pearl powder is what gives it this really incredible glow. The secret to applying my makeup is that I just put it where it's needed.

"Sometimes I wear just a little pencil and a bit of mascara to make my eyes stand out a little more. And maybe a bit of color on my cheeks. If I'm going to a meeting, I will contour my face to make myself look a little older. I have to look more mature."

And Natalia - who has sons Lucas, 14, Viktor, nine, Maxim, two, four-month-old Roman and 10-year-old daughter Neva with her husband Antoine Arnault - has admitted motherhood impacts on her daily routine.

The Gorky-born star explained: "Keeping up with everything I do requires some sacrifices, but once and a while I need to take some time to myself."Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/princess-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/****-formal-dresses

Je n 'ai jamais vu

Autrement que fardées

Les lèvres rebondies de ma muse.

Ces lèvres rarissimes n 'ont jamais aimé,

Jamais baiser de Désirée ne fut ni volé ni échangé

M'a-t-elle avoué.

Ne proposez surtout pas à ma muse de goûter à ses lèvres

Sublimées par les mythiques "Ne m'oubliez pas" de Guerlain,

Authentique Rouge de Rouge Baiser,

Ou encore Noir Gothique de Dior

Oubliez à jamais magenta,

Parme ou mauve, prune ou violette

Les lèvres cultes de ma muse ne jurent que par l 'aubergine

Eggplant lipstick,

Appliqué au raisin

Du coeur de ses lèvres vers les commissures

Mais à n'en pas douter le nec plus ultra de ses lèvres

C 'est quand elles sont nues,

Dépouillées, sans fard, sans baume

Riches de leur texture incendiaire

Naturelle, légitime et génétique

Riches des flux et reflux de l'Océan Indien.

Ses lèvres, comme je les imagine,

Sont alors cyclone divin comme le vin de letchi

A boire sans modération.