I walk into the front room.
I can smell you there.
I flash back to the night before,
Of us both sat naked and near.
I sit down on the sofa.
I swallow down your taste.
I untie my dressing gown,
Images of your face.
I touch where you kissed me,
So many places, everywhere.
To the top of my knickers,
And the secret under there.
My insides are aching
From your manhood pounding there.
A tug of pleasure from my memory,
And once more I am there.
But I must dispel your aroma,
I open the windows wide.
My hedonistic lover.
My naughty bit on the side.
