המתת השור

the wiff of a moment 

it was a moment 

and it made all the difference between love and indifference 

he leaned over towards me 

he had persued me before with quite an insistence 

as usual i did not care 

he had leaned over me 

he had looked at my lips 

we had not spoken three sentences that he had followed his gaze and leaned over me

at first i withdrew and then he kissed my lips softly 

so softly

that i did not dare to move 

like a cat who is surprised at first 

and freezes even if he is slow to take the decision 

to stay or not to stay...

did i have the choice really 

he trapped me so softly 

that after time had stopped flying a moment

i touched gently his arms, his chest his shoulders 

there is nothing more pleasant than the shoulders of a man 

a chest where i can leaned towards and take refuge in 

then, it is the dance that turns around 

from leaning over me, i leaned forward over to him 

put my arms around his chest as he did with his own 

and we started kissing