I could still taste your perfume
               And below your waist
Still lingers in scent with my morning         pancakes

Your moans and pleasures still echo in the chambers of my ears

They still pierce the scratches on my back
     Every deep ******
You passionately dug

Made me last longer
    Than I ever could

           And your eyes
  tattooed on to mine
  with a pain
That hurts so good
         It felt so right

The intimate gazing
             at your body

Every crack
           crevice and naughty

Playing my fingers

Yeah I could still taste the words you whispered
My ears still drip off your tongue
                                And wimpers

I'm trying to eat my breakfast
But I can't wait for my dinner

Because you're my night desert
And under your skirt
My imagination flirts
With your ******* pressed against
My girth

I'm in love with every syllable you blurt
And my insatiable lust beckons
To be the poetry of your heart