Bob Poem by Poetry Falcon

I was gonna write you yesterday
My open forum your denigration
Decided to tuck instead
Hideaway my soul bob's way.

Reminiscence intense passion
Rips my soul
Feel your hands caress my skin
Just skip compassion

Your lips ensue
Your wonderful lips
I savor the taste
A sensation I must pursue.

Must make it last
Prolong the inevitable
Get sick as I pull away
Still haunted by your past.

Yes, I said it, you heard me right
Keen I know the fate
Your miracle is nothing special
Everyone's fought the same fight.

Now, I'm mad at bob you see
The feelings pulse within my skin
I pick up this damn pen
Reminiscence just you and me.

Again away
bob's way.