His walk vanishes the spilth on the floor like it happens when god arrives.
His dark tie adds a flavour of charisma to the air like water drops on rose petals.
His muscles are the drivers of sex appeal like the claws of a ferocious tiger.
His fingers stay still , set straight in form like the roots of a baby sapling.
His eyes glitter amidst the bright sun like tinkling ancient gold coins.
His hair is blackish-brown with tiny spikes like the nubby fur of a yak.