What if all you had were five minutes.
Five minutes to live this live,
five minutes to end this live.
What would you do.
When he started sucking at my lower lip
it took me right up into the air
high above everything.
His kiss was completely unexpected in its perfection.
Call it luck.
The club music was ringing in my ear.
His kiss became more passionate with every bassbeat
vibrating in our chests.
I watched the moving line of his neck light by red spots
from the perpetually dancing lights.
Stay sweet moment.
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Five minutes.
Then the toilet door opened and we both looked into a questioning face.
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Magic is fragile.
The feeling of flying lasted another 24 hours
until reality kicked in again.
In short:
I'm 36 years old and yesterday i got lost
in the funny ways of a twenty year old italian
who cast his spell on me in a wasted club toilet.
What can i say.
Hopefully those five minutes here and there in my life
will add up to one hour and a half one day.
If they won´t - who cares my friend, who cares.
Dienstag, 14. April 2009
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