You are throwing away the air from the lungs, and i’m biting my lips, and our hearts begins to beat unison.
Everything slowly is becoming Our Parallel World, and our soft punch in the stomach is growing fast.
I have difficulties to swallow, and our connection is hammering our heads.
Everything is become light, and that thread that is bonding us is tightening us always more despite our distance.
Your arms are tightening me to you at confirm what has happened yesterday. Your fingers are caressing my belly, and i close the eyes, because i feel your touch so delicate, but at the same time, possesive.
I turn and our glance meet. We remain so in silence, while i’m touching your face, and sweetly smiling i touch your face, i reach your mole.
For an instant, you close the eyes, and throw away the air.
I see Jera, and it saying us we have to have patience. In meanwhile we communicate in this way.
Slowly we have exceeded that borderline, and the events of these latest hours, are the witness of our connection that is growing fast.
We are dancing among our emotions, and i feel your arms are tightening me more to you, and i feel you that are throwing away the air from the lungs.
You are thinking to me: i feel it.
Listen to it ⇓⇓