Bedroom Memories

        

The Unmade Sanctuary

The lingering sweetness of memories fills every corner,
a testament to passion and comfort in this intimate space.

Lingering sweetness

Hey, sorry for interrupting your day, 

but I'm in my bed, thinking about you and only you.

 Giving yourself to me, sweet, so sweet, 

that I just had to send you this text to tell you how 

I'm feeling about you at this moment.

With lingering memories of sweetness

 beyond the surface of all surfaces, 

a weak spotlight of loneliness

 keeps me yearning for you.

The Soft, Warm Space of Rest and Reflection.

Memories upon memories of lovingness, 

of hot, passionate, steaming ecstasy, 

over and over, 

in all corners of your bedroom. 

Turning your domain into 

a steaming room with extreme,

 pleasurable foreplay

With lingering memories of sweetness 

beyond the surface of all surfaces, 

a weak spotlight of loneliness

 keeps me yearning for you. 

Each thought a gentle touch,

 a whisper in the air, 

a phantom warmth beside me, 

though no one else is there. 

The scent of you, a memory, 

soft upon my pillow, a silent,

 vivid promise that makes my spirit follow.

Memories upon memories of lovingness, 

of hot, passionate, steaming ecstasy,

 over and over, in all corners of your bedroom. 

Every shadow holds a secret, 

every surface tells a tale,

 of breathless moments,

 whispered words,

 beyond the loving veil.

Corners of Ecstasy

 Turning your domain into

 a steaming room with extreme, 

pleasurable foreplay, 

where time dissolved, 

and bodies learned to sway. 

A symphony of senses, a vibrant, 

burning art, each echo of that passion

 etched forever in my heart.