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.
Copyright © Dennis Turner | Year Posted 2009
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