A dream haunted by you...
There was a room.
Inside, a library, a desk and two wooden chairs sinks.
You wrote.
Behind you, a window half-opened on a garden.

I watched you making, silently...
You... Absorbed by your task,
Hair raised over your nape of the neck,
The face slightly tilted on the side...
On the soft of your neck, an escaped dark lock.
You, such as I like contemplating you, without that you suspected it...
Without feint and restraint, cos' you can't see me...

You then noticed my presence.
I saw your smile,
Warm, acute and disarming at the same time...
If only I let it disarm me...
A half smile on my mouth, and I joined you.

Curiously, I met myself close to you.
You were then leaned to your desk.
No words.
Just the sensation of a desire floating in the air,
As well as the moral ban to succumb to it which oozed from it...

A dream...