all i know is you

my thought sees you daily, and nightly as you are — mysterious, —
fascinating me endlessly with your piercing eyes, and with
that indecent and thievishly smile, making me be an accomplice
of your thoughts, giving me emotions and those kinds of chills
into my whole body and soul, hoping as your thought to feel that
in me sits a hidden lust, as if a magical and supernatural force
surrounds us, banishing any trace of incertitude without having any
debate or being bored, but a fleeting smile in the deepest discretion