Below is o3 take on "Le Chat", given as prompt the French original and all existing translations. I am not an expert in poetry and maybe not versed enough in English poetry specifically, but it looks suboptimal: It changed the structure, some verses seem overlong and I don't find the original beauty in "barbed claw's art".
https://fleursdumal.org/poem/132
Le Chat
Come, lovely cat, upon my ardent breast;
Sheathe in your velvet paw the barbed claw’s art,
And let me drown in eyes where, coalesced,
Cold agate gleams within a molten heart.
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While idle fingers roam and fondly chart
Your supple head and sinuous arched spine,
My hand grows drunk on thrills that softly start
Across your vibrant body’s living line.
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Then, in my mind, my woman’s gaze is mine:
Like yours, dear beast, it pierces—deep, serene.
From head to foot a perilous airs combine;
A subtle scent swims round her dusk‑brown sheen.