Pyrotechnics

First i have to comment on your dress,
It had something to do with Gray,
My favourite color, maybe because it speaks
Of mid-zones and shy openings.
I didn't hang around more first, i didn't know it was you;
I would have started my 10,000 questions
That couldn't help but being inevitable
All that would come out of me were simple "Thank you"s
Making sense is not especially my best quality
But, since i got to know the Don and his windmills,
I cant help to give these donkey-ridden facial expressions.
The aim is as simple as complexities.
The way you spoke of the female goddess
Reminding us, or just me in this case,
That she doesn't like it when we call her "baby",
And all we share in common with her is a series of flaws.
I really like your Tiger and his peculiar symmetry,
And the way when i think of something you'd amazingly
Bring it up like a new born massacre.
I don't mean it as ugly as another man who lies.
I enjoy your company and all your rides.
I picture them flowing with hot drinks,
Not necessarily Tea,
Just a nice sit-down between two universal minds.
I already snap-shot your soul,
Memorized your alleys,
Sidewalks, coffee makers and brews.
Can't really say I wouldn't like more.