As I open the door, the soft light and rumpled sheets welcome me.
pillows tossed about.
I breathe deep and smile, the traces of fragrance and scented candles
mixed with the lingering scent of lovemaking, bring a soft smile to my
and a certain eerie feeling that you are still there.
That this room is yours.
indeed you are here, in my mind, in my heart, in my nostrils, I feel
you. I smell you.
Over the days, your scent fades…
I must have you again.
I prepare fresh scented sheets and await my lover.
This room that was once where I went to escape the weariness of life,
is now a sanctuary where I keep “US”. A Place where my basic nature is
free to be indulged,
a place to feel passion, be vulnerable, be ME.
As I sink into my bed, I feel you around me,
I know that this place is OURS. I bury my face in the pillows,
searching for more of your scent. This room is now a corner of my life
where I keep something very special.
I protect it from the entire rest of my world.
I smile again, “ours”is a place were love, contentment, rest, passion,
and peace live.
Where and you and I come, to be “US”
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