Past Poem by UnTh0ught 0fAgAiin

Talking to the guys of my past
just gets me so excited
i get this feeling that just arises
it starts in my toes when they ask how i am
i just cant help it but i want them again
I wanna work it out
to see how i went rong
by this time its fooling with my tummy
i get this feeling that i wanna taste their kiss again
it moves to my neck and plays with my head
we start to relive the moments we've shared
but when were done talking...
all it was was a conversation
i cant go back and if i could id be losing so much more than what i was looking for....