I run to meet you on a leafy square, rue Caulaincourt. You stand in the middle, waiting for me. You take me in your arms, we embrace, and I tenderly button your jacket. As we kiss again, you begin to twirl me around in kundalini spirals, tantric ivresse... barefoot, our toes touching as we whirl - swirling, I dizzily slow you down. Opening our eyes, we glimpse a square neon light silhouetted against the sky : pulsing effervesant lights exploding into fireworks.
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