Until his lips woke me

And I lost myself in the abyss of his eyes,

My body disappeared under his touch

The air around us vibrated with the tension

And my bubble grew to include him

(12:30)

I kissed him in 8 dimensions

And in all of them it was bliss

And when he would pull away

I would fall asleep, disappear into limbo

Until his lips woke me up again

My mind would spin, so would my thoughts.

And they would whisper

“Hold me tighter”

In another language.

This new, high me would beg

“I want to feel your hands on my hips again” in french.

Before I wasn’t able to think any longer

Because the words disappeared

And that’s when I finally  understood

What others meant

By “the power of a kiss”

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrzlQbs2jmE)

(17:26)

8/11/15

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. a mystery says:

    Ooooohhhh I really love this, especially the begging in French part!

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  2. Hehe it seemed my mind resorted to thinking in my mother tongue to be able to think at all 😉 ❤

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