Haunting
I wake up to a empty bed, that's where my haunts begin, reminders all around my house, of our carnal sin
I go into my shower, I see your shape pressed against the glass, hand prints where you were bent over, with water running down your ass
When I'm in my kitchen, I don't often think of delicious food, I see you across my dinning table and your always in the nude
When I'm in my office even whilst I'm busy at my work, I look at the bookcase and remember watching you twist and twerk
Sitting in my favourite chair, it's a place I often nap, it's there I think of spanking you, when you were across my lap
We've made love everywhere, you haunt every single room, I drank from your sacred place, your Rose was in full bloom
Kissing, hugging, tenderness some of the things we share, sadly when I wake up, you're no longer there
We share my home every night, from the shower to my bed, sadly the hauntings aren't real, just dreams made in my head
THE KINKY POET