His voice had a fruit smell that woke me the hunger. He approached the tropical eyes of mine, my infinite icy contrasting with that hot infinite, his infinite … The desire to decrease the distance nonexistent — let me in, let me be a part of you — His white fingers went through my hair, putting it behind my ear. The touch, a chill, the connection… He took my lips to dance, as if there was a concrete wall between them, at first resisting. The gross movement, the force with which his mouth molded mine, suddenly we were together, and yet there seemed not to be enough, because I wanted to become what he was, I wish we were a tangle of one thing. The labyrinths of his eyes attracting my instincts, the arms wrapped in each other, rivers without any direction, just intertwined… ☺♡