Prince
My thoughts of you don't have an ending
they do however have a beginning.
I've been crushing on you since way back in high school.
I fondly tug on recall
down the hall
white walls
that night
room to the right
no left
me entering
your brilliant grin.
I remember the when
the day music got it's tunes in your bedroom.
Clear, crisp, ripened night of maturity
I can see me.
The music called to virgin ears,
eyes and thighs
I listened
I came
I allowed it to bring me to you,
un towel you
on top of you
Me for you to adore
Mi Amor
I still hear that tape playing
I will always love being in love with you,
love loving you,
love you.
~A Picture From When We Were Us
A picture from when we were us