She leaves a scent for me when away.
On those lonely nights I take her to bed
Taste the nectars of her womanhood
Till I’m all over her vermillioned head!
Hear her heartbeat in sleepless night’s crumpled sheet
Re-spinning fantasies of wild dances long forgotten
And I gasp in that ecstatic rise and fall in unbearable pain
Melting me into her onto her inescapably besotten!
She leaves a scent for me when away.
She takes me to the bed with her
On her forehead a moonbeamed star
Burning me like newly wed!
A woman never fades even on the empty bed.
The smell of her perfumes her room Yes, we sleep in separate beds I snore like a demented loon, Such snorts and whistles pipe from my head But when she's absent from our home Bringing joy to distant friends I wander into her domain And note her scent, her pale remains.
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If that ardour of warmth you feel for each other can be retained till the end, your marriage will be a great love story, no doubt! Enjoyed this warm, sensuous write! !