Author's Note: I decided that instead of a regular story, I would write a poem. This kind is called a villanelle. The rhyme scheme is very complicated, so I won't explain it here. I have a sonnet from Bobby to Alex written, but I don't know if it works yet.
Enjoy.
From Alex to Bobby
From his size 13 past his big hands
Where shall we begin?
That's one deadly handsome man
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That body is a land of wonder
Saying this gives me no chagrin
From his size 13 past his big hands
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Every day for him I hunger
Warming in the face of his shy grin
That's one deadly handsome man
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Leaving him my heart would be torn asunder
His velvet voice speaks over the din
From his size 13 past his big hands
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Perfect in looks, older or younger
Perfect is even his tie pin
That's one deadly handsome man
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His mind I also would love to plunder
To lay sweet kisses on his chin
From his size 13 past his big hands
That's one deadly handsome man
Another note: There are supposed to be five sets of three lines and one set of four lines, but it won't let me put spaces in between (thus the dashes)! Arrrgggg! Anyway, review!
