Male Wine.

For he is like a pure red wine,
Breathes as of the chilled mountain breeze,
And smells the way that hallucinate to be in a world of affection.
Those eyes were soothingly hypnotizing,
That overcame every dreadful fear.

But life made him as calm as an extinct volcano,
seeking for peace and silence.

Meanwhile,
Me being tired of freshly addicted.
Chased his dead shadow,
desiring to feel his skin;
Which made a whole difference, for he never existed in this nasty world.

but for me, he still remains my lost soul.