This room emits your scent.
The pillows aroma, that of you.
The scent of you is everywhere.
The bedclothes are perfumed in you.
The towel still damp, heaped on the floor.
The scent of your skin, showered and clean.
The sheets still bathed in the fragrance of desire
Leaving my mind reliving the erotic scene.
Our bodies entwined, wet with lust
We rode each wave as one.
The scent of it still lingers in the air,
Warmed by the light of the morning sun.
So alone I lay here, not wanting to wake,
Intoxicated by the romantic incense of air.
For this room emits the scents of you,
The fragrance of you is everywhere.