Looking at this picture.
I taste a thousand feelings.
You were a sensuous delight and I miss you.
Scratchy on my face. Prickly pear, you were.
Prettiest eyes a boy could have. Prettier than most, you were.
The smell of something alive. Turning on mostly, you were.
As thin as a broomstick and gnawy.
Yet — virile — passionate and demanding, you were.
A joy to gaze at while asleep. A whole lot of fun awake, you were.
Love and energy you gave. The biggest emotional energy stealer, you were.
Thief of the heart, mind and soul. The giver-back always, you were.
Perfect in every inexplicable rhyme. My singer of love songs, you were.
Sharer of midnight snacks. The only one I wanted, you were.
The ever-existent bedroom voice. Always sexy when broken, you were.
The challenger of everything nice. The bringer of an indulgent evil in me, you were.
Carefree, youthful and mindless. Incomparably the hottest and sexiest, you were.
Pushing limits was your preferred game. Though loving and caring, you always were.
I wonder why it was always destined to never work out.