Bad Boy with the Smell of Vanilla..

Who are U?
Please tell me in the end..
But now shhhh..
Keep silence..
I will say U something..
Imagine deep evening..
Let it be somewhere in the mid autumn..
I do not know U at all but i can not let U go without sayin' U are kinda unique one..
Do not ask the questions..
I have no answers..
Imagine the bridge..
Somehere in the nowhere of the world, the place do not matter at all..
The atmosphere is fully created by U..
Ur smile, Ur voice, Ur eyes, Ur smell..
This is just a mad image of U in my inflamed mind..
U know..
Sometimes U see someone..
A stranger and U can not pass by without turnng round like U've met before, like U can taste the flavour of the name of this person..
Well the bridge..
U were standin' there starin' into the dark deep waters smokin'..
The tabacco smell snarled together with the wind and the smell of faded leaves..
Autumn has come..
U were lightened by a lonely lantern - mysterious and tempting figure..
It was kinda crime to talk to U, cuz the glass of this perfect silence could be easily broken by the trembling voice of mine..
So I just watched fightin' with the wish to come and touch to be sure U are not a hallucination..
U smelled like a forbidden treasure..
This smell awoke all the wild desires, made breathing stertorous and the heartbeat quicker..
U were a bit drunk and i bet Ur lips still kept the taste of the best red wine..
Suddenly U turned round and I standed motionless understandin' U've cought my gaze..
U unhurried came over and told me just one phrase - "I'm real.." and U'd disappeared in the darkness of the street, the world grabbed U into the autumn..
Somewhere I would meet U one day again..
I came up to the place on the bridge where U were standin' and picked out the Vanilla notes in the air..
I was standin' with the smile on my face..
Whisperin':
"Please, stay real, bad boy with the smell of Vanilla.."

dedicated to my Inspiration..