Child.

The love and the compassion,
The feeling of his touch,
The warm embrace of his arms,
The childish laughter escaping my lips,
The blurred mermories,

Contributed from the many,
Many amazing night before,
Soft kisses,
Shallow hearts,

Sad eyes,
Sharp smiles,

I can't help but call him kyle,

His name was not important,
None of them were,

There was so many,
The adventures adventured,
The past remembered,

The many nights spent with laughter,
With jokes,
And tokes,
And more.

How can you have a more exotic night,
How can the milky moonlight shine more bright?

Why oh why?
Why am I granted these lustful,
But oh so fulfilled evenings,

But alas to be happy at once with what I have,
With all I have,
Grateful.