The taste of your lips from your kiss was gone.

The sound of your voice no longer echoed.

The sight of your body disappeared.

The touch of your silky-smooth skin could be felt no more.

But your scent is the only thing left.

It lingered on the pillow beside me.

That soon gave me visions of you.

Those visions had you giving yourself to me.

You didn’t think of yourself.

My pleasure was all that mattered.

You did everything right last night.

Tonight, you will do the same.

I must have fallen back asleep.

For when I woke, I was blindfolded and tied to the bed. 

I felt you climb on top of me.

Once again, you gave yourself to me, to taste your lovely scent.