Kiss me 2.1
Déessethrough my windowcan you see what that woman does to meyou gently open the doorshe took the house, the car, and my heart
I laugh under the driving rain, hand in hand with a stranger in red.
Our eyes lock. Time seems to stretch, suspended in the crackling of the downpour. I see her pupils dilate slightly, her smile soften. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Not perfect. Alive. Intense. Real. My heart starts beating at a frantic pace, which has nothing to do with the dance.