My Name Sake And I Poem by Robin Johnson

The sensation of our skin together, you’re scent in me arms, the presents of you in my bed.

This I miss of you.

Your laughter when we play, your smile a sign of satisfaction, and that sound you make when I get you there.



This I miss of you.

The scent of you, the touch of you, and the warmth of you and of you my friend I miss.

The fleeting of time to be with out your touch, your warmth, your scent, and the comfort one gets from being with you.



This I miss of you.