Alter Ego

L'équilibre - Equilibrium

Song: L'équilibre

Artist, Year: Kyo, 2014

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-La première nuit on s'emboîte, puis transpirant on se décolle-

(-The first night we fit together, then sweating, we pull away-)

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I had dreamed of her a million times. Visions of what I'd say to her played across my eyelids almost every night since I first felt that spark. And when I finally had her in my arms, I almost couldn't believe it. Somehow, beyond any other's soul out there, she was drawn to mine. Or maybe mine was drawn to hers.

I guess that's what she meant by "soul mates" or "âmes sœurs". She never ceased to fascinate me, slipping little French words into conversation here and there. She told me that the literal translation of the phrase was something like "sister souls". I thought it was a silly translation, but at least it sounded sexy the way she said it in that accent.

So there we were, sitting side by side on my dorm room bed that night. Her, reading her French novel aloud. Me, listening in complete wonder. We'd maybe gone on five quality dates at this point. But I couldn't have enough of her.

And although I was happy to be here beside her, I couldn't truly be satisfied. I wanted more. It wasn't just the fact that her perfume was intoxicating or her accent was incredibly sexy. I just knew, somewhere in the deepest part of me, that once I was connected with her, that would be it. I wouldn't want anything more in life.

I turned to her, heart hammering in my ribcage. She tipped her head to face mine, dropping her paperback book to her lap. I tentatively brushed a lock of her soft brown hair behind her ear, her dark eyes shining like precious gemstones I was the first to find. She was a treasure - one I could no longer wait to indulge in.

That kiss put all the other ones I'd ever had before to shame. I felt her within me and around me, her amazingly talented tongue dancing expertly around mine. It was almost as if my body was telling me I never really knew how to kiss before. I fought to keep up, desperate to feel more of her.

The book fell to the floor with a soft thud when I pulled her on top of me. Soon, more and more articles of clothing were shed and dropped to the floor, until there was nothing left to remove. Just her soft skin against mine. And with shaky, uncertain breaths, we were intertwined, although our gaze and pulses were far braver than we appeared.

I tried to hold her softly, carefully, as we wandered through this first embrace together. With each breath and each step closer to climax, I readily drank her in. Forget alcohol, forget drugs - give me her.

And though it likely lasted for much shorter than I remember it now, when we were finally done, we gently removed ourselves from each other, sweat glistening on our skin as physical proof of what we'd worked so hard for. I tucked her back against my chest, draping my arms across her as if I were now her clothing for that evening. We had no more words to say that night - everything we could have said, we already felt.

If only those feelings lasted forever.

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-On rêve d'un goût inconnu dans la bouche-