interlude à la désirade

with my hands cuddling your hands,
with my body stuck to your body,
with my eyes gazing in your eyes
as if the hands only make sense
on the skin of the other one,
as if the lips have an only taste
by kissing their twin lips,
as if only other eyes find a sense,
when both of us are getting
deepen in the aroma which’s
mine and your interlude à la désirade

Étienne Daho

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