Love, that’s when someone's body superseeds the whole universe

At first, there was this play which title isn’t important.

I am sure I didn’t understand it all anyway. The only thing I understood was the movement of your legs, on stage. I never realized before how gorgeously shaped these were. Maybe because it was the first time I was staring at you from a first row seat, you wearing a short skirt.

With a short skirt, one can see the full length of the legs but it is always difficult to tell how beautiful these are, still discombobulated.
I wasn’t feeling like you were on stage and I was seating first row.

I was feeling like you were over me, all over me.
We were not touching, physically out of reach, but your body was stifling me.
It was even more real than the building and the whole crowd behind me.

Your body was filling up the whole space as if it was sunlight, rain, snow and wind.
Love, that’s when someone's body superseeds the whole universe.
It blocks the horizon and, as open horizon is a menacing sight, we relax.
What we are looking for in Love, is relief because we all suffer: i was relieves to feel my stress building up, stiffening up.

Then, our first kiss in the club, our first kiss for the second time, our second first kiss and the ten other thousand clubbers instantanetly vanished.
Lovers are like mass serial killers: they wipe out thousand of people in a blink.
When you kiss, that's the only moment when time, like a murderer disturbed by the police, freezes.

Mouth is where one’s Mind resides and that’s why the tongue, handling talks, and teeth, handling food, are there: because one’s Mind chats and gluttons. It is also where self and integrity lay siege.
Lips are as sweet as the ability to choose.
When they open up, spreading apart, it is always at night because we close our eyes.
Lovers are like blind invaders.
I never understood people kissing eyes wide open, especially for the first or second first kiss. Eyes are so close to each other that, in all cases, there is nothing to be seen unless your eyes are at the tip of the tongue!

It is hard for me to believe that you were not even born when I was the leader of a bloody kindergarten gang , raiding girls and making sure they would cry.
You were not even a concept!
One of the amazing things granted to mankind only, distinguishing us from animals, is this ability to desire older, younger or same sex beings.

I love this temporal surface between us: it is like a snowboard slope onto which my desire freecarves.

Hear the snow,

feel me shiver.

Enjoying life is never remembering that you already had a bite.
What can be better than looking at someone living to the fullest when you already had your feast? How much better can you understand these smiles and embrace this happiness?

Then, there was this part of the evening when we got apart: you were then the center of attention, superb arabian princess.
That’s when I realized I was still sooooo fuckin’ drawn.

I came back home singing, full of you: the city was buzzing and smiling away. I was roaring.

I hailed a cab for the last remaining 500 meters: I didn’t know where I was anymore.

The following day, I was hovering above the ground because you had stolen my heavy heart.

In my mouth, I had yours.

Since, I’m feeling like you are inside me, all over but also inside everyone I am not talking to about you.