Madrid

Your eyes connect with mine.
You’re like no one I’ve ever seen.
You come over
and take my hand,
leading me deep within the crowd.

Your hands on my hips,
pull my body in close.
Your eyes on my lips,
fired with passion and desire.
Your lips on my lips;
ardour,
yearning
and infatuation.
You are a dream.
You grab my face once more,
kissing me harder than before
and wish me ‘luck for my travels’.
You disappear within the crowd
and I didn’t even catch your name.

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