Holding my hand with blooming passion and smiling widely in a peculiar fashion, he says: 'Last question, my friend?'; Reverberating pulses through me he sent. 'Kind stranger, there's nothing more I'd like to know; all else you might say, will make you a foe.' And I saw his lust fading away, his weariness shining in the break of day. I bid goodbye and watched him go with eyes glum; did not cry, though 'cuz I know I'll see him again, soon, in this life or the next.
In honour of an unforgettable evening spent with a friend :) (23.09.17) written 26.09