The moonsky was a perfect ambience,
For the amazing guys in my messed life,
For the greatness you see in me.
Darling Buff,
Your name oozes magic just like your face,
Height that makes my presence smaller each day,
How you hold me in your eyes,
The cologne that irks my nostrils,
The naughtiness in your laugh,
The silent whispers of your wishes,
A small god in my world.
You talk with a little bit of concern,
And the faraway look in your eyes.
You're the pickles of dust in a whirlwind,
The soft drumbeats in a silent night.
You are sapphire.
Alvin,
The bass from the Southern hemisphere,
Serenades bang on my ears each night.
I could listen to you all day,
Lay against your chest till forever isn't enough,
Listen to your musings of Science,
Get lost in the time,
Time that outlives our lives.
For you are my daily dose of affection,
The gem in the middle of a desert.
You are magical.
Ryan,
The male version of me,
Eyes,
Beard,
Voice,
Oh my, he sings like magic,
Calls me his night magic,
Magic of a lifetime.
I long for the days we crossed our arms,
Painted our nails in the dusk.
The nights we sang to sleep,
And spoke out dreams into the emptiness.
The days we closed our eyes and assumed our world,
Let go of each other's eyes.
You are perched earth,
And I am rain.
Babz,
You looked into my eyes,
The very first time you saw beauty,
Innocence and bubbles.
You wanted to hold me against you,
But chose to stare into my self.
You smiled every time i closed my eyes,
Winked every time the bus hit a bump.
You're the epitome of humankind,
Of fire and calm,
Of plaintivity.
Izak,
I would sing you songs from dusk to dawn,
I would draw your name on beach sand all day and not tire,
I would call you mine,
Stammer at your site,
Laugh endlessly at your stupid self,
Listen to your heartbeat all night,
Drown in the fantasy of your dreams,
Because you,
Are the salt in my soup,
The vinegar in my bacon.
You're the sun at my feet,
The stars in my sky.
Sam,
We exchange words like we were born conjoined,
The zeal, the passion,
Boy you leave me breatheless.
I would read your pieces every second,
Replace each character with my name.
I would let my heart beat to the rhythm of your drums,
Id let my pen write as you speak,
Make your soul the home of my rants,
For you,
Are what gasoline is to fire.
Sparks. Bonfires.
Nyque,
My all time favourite,
My morning coffee and my midday cupcake.
You shine my world like a vigil,
Your poise clouds my evening sky,
You call me yours and I drown,
You call me petite in a nice way,
You say I am a butterfly,
That perched just on the right flower.
You're evening water to a drenched soul.
You're heaven.
Ken,
In many ways I could spell your name,
In many colours I would paint your picture.
Mosaic, or collage,
Or a perfect montage of me and you.
You call me a female chauvinist and I laugh it out,
You say I am mean,
I do not miss people.
You say I am an introvert,
Yet you let me be pretty.
You're a blend of meat and cheese,
Fine old wine.
Wambia,
Your words are venom of the black mamba,
Your radiance a silent voice.
You dream of me in expensive wedding dresses,
You say I was meant for greatness.
Your warmth melts the edges of my heart.
No, the heart is too forlorn,
And the soul too broken,
Reason why I feel you in my bones.
You're morning dew on dry soles,
You're the dim light on staircases.
You are whole.
(Much appreciation for the dudes that make my life smoother each day. You're jewels)
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