I walk into the front room.

I can smell you there.

I flash back to the night before, 

Of us both sat naked and near.

I sit down on the sofa.

I swallow down your taste.

I untie my dressing gown,

Images of your face.

I touch where you kissed me,

So many places, everywhere.

To the top of my knickers,

And the secret under there.

My insides are aching

From your manhood pounding there. 

A tug of pleasure from my memory,

And once more I am there.

But I must dispel your aroma,

I open the windows wide.

My hedonistic lover.

My naughty bit on the side.