at a french cafe in oslo.
standing face-to-face:
obscenely close.
whispering softly.
smelling your skin.
warmed by your breath.
getting lost in the tunnels:
your eyes, your nose and
your mouth.
feeling you pull me inside.
i am possessed.
i am powerless.
your lips part:
revealing your lizard tongue.
your eyes smile promises:
two cool blue grottoes.
my own lips part.
my tongue protracts.
moments before …
quelques moments …
avant de baiser.
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