my eyes get moving along with anything displays the night, — (a song, a pic, a story) gazing at it, looks like a bazaar of surprises, blazing many profiles, (unique, or just so-so) one of 'em seemed as if, furtive, it's stalking me; i even swore were you, but what to see it wasn't (equable), i winked at you, thinking you do the same, but wasn't time to see, cos in a wink, night flew

there's a smile at the corner of my lungs traversed by the bridge of few memories when i assumed you breathe in my club, wallpapered into different shades of blue like the sky and sea, and my eyes' color… there is a smile that strips your shadows bored and rambled in your shrewd mind while touchy is piercing your gaze's navel explosively to get inside my gaze's navel, instructed passionately to mesmerize you there is a smile chiseled by the stars' dew and another by the gems of trees' kidneys and many others, waiting to see your rays in the mood of untangling the noon's hair, tenderized in the meadow of my dreams every time, there is a smile for everything; one lookin' for you, or one lookin' for me; both can have winter's joy or summer's joy; no matter what, each smile shares a story; that's why mine kiss yours, yours kiss mine

in the town that never sleeps, full of matelots and courtesans, i lead my living since forever, [besides the other skills it has]; its gift looks to be the cover-up of everything that's looking sad; acolytes are the sun, sea, music, [besides town's fame anatomy]; in the town that never sleeps, the love replies only with love; everyone's lips wear wind's kiss and dreams are the real world; the rain's inviting you to dance in bared feet and pure as it is, arm to arm with life's thoughts, fully in its beauty to rejuvenate; in the town that never sleeps, incited in sunshine of your love, i am; i'm into something good fondled by music, sun, and sea; laid, on the fine sand, revealed, the sweetness of my body is art, the dialect of my words is honey, your patience is in love with me; in the town that never sleeps, full of matelots and courtesans, i lead my living since forever, [besides the other skills it has]

height ...fulfilled grace, weight, clinically... perfect, muscle mass... explicit, haircut, — neglectfully, eyes, chameleon-like, lips ...well-contoured, — talks little, does much (a corsair in poet's suit) ⋯ wildly armed with optimism, a stellar listener wrapped in a gallant attitude, similarly introverted, shows a smile, as steady outfit  with mind-to-joy attached, — is there when is called out ⋯ breathes life's treasures while actions grow in beauty like a bird or animal's spirit, or of a pretty much plant, offering what's been asked, overflowing with charm, besides the ambiance ⋯ isn't upward, isn't downward; isn't on leftward, isn't on rightward, but ⋯ full of surprises in the woman chosen explodes in absolute (like…)