another poem about him

I have taken the time to forget you

the soft touch of your lips must leave my mind

before you were there such eyes a sparkling brown

dark beauty I see as I close my own

I have not forgotten those words of admiration

now so distant as I have not heard your voice in so long

your body often bruised and cut from the outdoors

those rough hands felt so nice against my soft skin\

I wish I could forget the warmth I felt in your arms

or the way you gasp in my ear as I moan in yours

wanting to leave such thoughts with you

but instead they trace my mind along with your taste