Severin, fur fetishist, wrote me this poem after our first session in early spring.
To Madame Lule, dressed in a fur coat,
I write to you these words full of fervor.
Severin, your humble servant,
Fascinated by your splendor,
dedicate this ode to you, like an offering to your candor.
In your fur coat, you are bewitching,
Like a living painting, with disconcerting grace.
Your presence emanates with a bewitching aura,
And my heart, subjugated, declares itself to your servant.
Madame Lule, you embody the furry Venus,
A goddess of lust, love and adventure.
Your elegance is a call for submission,
And my soul surrenders to your slightest intentions.
The soft caress of your coat on your skin,
Awaken in me a desire, an ardent and new need.
The scent of fibers, full of mystery and seduction,
Guide my thoughts to lands of ecstasy and passion.
Madame Lule, I kneel before your charm,
Your burning presence consumes my senses, disarm.
Accept this testimony of my love and devotion,
Car, in your presence, I lose all sense of reason.
Let your fur coat become our sanctuary,
Where desires and pleasures merge without borders.
Severin se soumet, with delight and delight,
To your supreme power, to your dominion.
Madame Lule, bewitching and mysterious woman,
Under your fur coat, love becomes a muse.
My heart, my body and my soul are offered to you,
'Cause you're the furry Venus, my only landmark.
May this ode express my passion and my adoration,
For you, Madame Lule, embodiment of temptation.
may you, in your precious fur coat,
Drive my senses to ecstasy, towards the boldest love.
