…he's someone who's not him but him, the kind of one nobody could imagine ‧ …he jumps and lands with fatal oomph into a mind, upgrading all the fancies ‧ …he's more, far more, than the sky sees, serving in full as one omniscient persona ‧ …he is… who's not… he's not… who is… he's one who no one's ever sure will be ‧ 100% forever, lured in a dreamy dream, tenderly sealed into an end-of-summer

it's almost midnight… delight me with your moon, with your mouth, with your hand, then rolls me within you… hide me in the hue of your shadows to feel the tip of your tongue wandering through me as after, to fall into the void, till the ground, then up to the "Do♭♭", making me for making you start to hum, «'cause I'm a man, my woman, my friend»