His scent smelling so sweet
With flawless skin that can never be beat.
He was my love, my breath of fresh air.
Full of desire I follow to meet his kiss
The erotic feeling I cannot miss
He was my love, my breath of pure air.
By the eclispe of my heart, I laugh at his jokes,
His velvet tone of which he always spoke.
He way my love, my breath of sweet air.
His eyes glistened with passionate fire
At which my site could never attire
He was my love, my breath of needing air.
He was as bright as a burning star,
At which he always seem so far.
He was my eternal love, always my breath of fresh air.
But now he was only a memory....
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