Oh How I Missed You

Here we are reunited for the first time Our past love making is some what of a mini movie in my mind. But to myself I wonder; how could I let you slip away from me? But then I'm forced to remember all the stressful times placed upon me. Which told me how our heaven fallout went. I shake my head in dismay at the thoughts that's causing hateful aura my way. So I block them out with a thought of a slightly sweet, calm, and peaceful day. Then I go back to remembering how I use to deep stroke you with so much passion for the fun of it. Then I would run with pure bliss to share the tale of it! I shared so much of you, people ears some what became a slave when ever I speak word of it. You may think this is a poem about sex. And how I hit some girl, then fell in love with telling people it. No this is a poem of my first love and how I truly missed her, and I'm not scared To admit it. Oh how I love Poetry, and oh how I missed it.