Your hands were high up
against the wall,
holding my wrists
with thirsty passion
and I couldn’t stop smiling,
thinking about your face
buried in my long hair –
like a stranger,
that’s afraid of sunshine.
I kept on holding my breath,
so our lips would meet
at the same moment,
but it wasn’t a kiss –
it was a simultaneous dilemma of two drifters..
My legs
felt the roughness of your waist
and I never felt lighter in my life.
I want it all to be about you.

– Chatty Owl –

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