The Boy Next Door To the Man I Adore

The sun radiates my face when I think of the place the boy next door the silly smile on his face the jersey he wore on the basketball court to his tight fitting pants as we danced on the floor the finest looking brother a true friend, not my lover my mind often wondered as we became less younger like the forbidden fruit we have love for one another and every so often paths do cross that man in the suit I knew would be you the boy next door to the man I adore a man of decision that towers with vision the oldest of three brothers has the walk of his father and as each time we met his vision had grown taller.