The Kiss

I thought of the lights and saw the smoke.
I thought of the silence and heard the music.
I thought of a drink and tasted Martini.
I thought of her and saw you.
…It smelled like carbon; or maybe I think that carbon smells like that. It was difficult to see anything in that smoke, especially with the neon light and the stroboscope on. The silhouettes flickered from place to place and gave freedom to imagination. I felt like a hedgehog in the fog. Someone’s hand browsed by arm. Tender little fingers playfully tickled my skin. A slight touch on my hand. It felt warm and pleasant. I turned towards the phantom and meat her soft and warm lips. The tenderness with which she pressed her lips against mine mesmerized and hypnotized at the same time. I could not focus. My mind floated into outer space the same way the smoke floated around me. I felt her little tongue between, my lips inviting me in. she tasted of the mint and cinnamon and… something very very sweet. I knew I wanted her. I knew I’d never have her. I knew that taste of mystery and passion. Her lips departed mine. She disappeared before I could open my eyes. And the taste of mint and cinnamon and… something sweet, was the only thing that reminded of her. She was the phantom, ghost…she was perfection. I will never forget the moment when the world went blurred and neon…
I thought I knew the truth, but it was far away.
I thought I felt a passion, but it was just a touch of goddess.
I thought I craved for more, but it was just enough.
I thought I knew myself, but I decline itself.

The Kiss


London, United Kingdom

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illusion or a dream or…maybe reality?

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