I wake each morning to the smell of you.
Small hints of Lavender do greet my nose,
As sweet melodies in my ear ring true;
A view to behold of my sweetest rose.
I feel the warmth flow from your hand to mine,
And taste your skin with every kiss I find.
Each loving caress cause hairs to incline,
Electrifying passion as hips grind.
Lost deeply in those eyes for all of time
Unable to escape all I can see;
A slow fall down the depths of beauty’s clyme
In search for that which was taken from me.
This memory is all that I recall
For with you gone, life has become banal.